5,961 Comments for Kings Park Psychiatric Center

When she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed

Ok, I gotta make a suggestion here: why not try going BEFORE you get to the site? Just an odd thought to try out...

Yeah, my OCD made me clean! :D So much dirt, so little time...

Let's not forget, Sketch, that, being literate would also mean that you could READ the name on the wall....... ; ` )

And by the way, writing your name on a wall generally isn't considered art. Paint a picture, that's art. Writing a name just proves that you aren't entirely illiterate.

For me it doesn't even matter if someone died there or not. What is important (to me) is that you don't ruin something that doesn't belong to you. If I spray painted my house, that would be ok, because it is mine, and I have to deal with it. If I spray painted someone elses house, that would be wrong, because it isn't mine. Didn't their parents teach them that when they were young?

Cool....I can kind of see it now...I wonder if someone scratched that into the door a long time ago, and it rusted over, or was it just by chance that the rust took that shape...

Keep in mind that these are government run facilities. Usually it is cheaper for them to buy new than to move something, and I doubt it even occurs to them to auction these things off & recoup some of the cost.

Try this one:
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I highlighted the areas around what I'm seeing. Does anyone see it now? (No comments on the crappy art job, I had to use a mouse!)

I took my meds already(caffeine), and cannot see anything....not even a cumezekyame!!!
Sorry Sketch....

Now, now, peopLLLLLe .......HMMmmmm...... : )~

Sketch.....HAHAHAHAAA!!!
Motts, did you use a colored filter here?

Yeah, they really are foul beasts. I have a few living on my porch, and I am constantly amazed by how much they can poop! Ugh....

What happened to the ceiling tiles here? I don't see them rotting away on the floor...

Poor chair probably went crazy trying to escape the locked hallway! Any idea why these doors were locked? Obviously you could get to both doors, so they weren't really keeping you out of anything...

This looks like one I worked with when I was younger. There would be a power washer at the beginning to get off the chunks and to get the dishes somewhat clean. They would be loaded into a tub and pushed into this machine. It immersed them in soapy boiling water for a few minutes, then it would drain & steam them for a few minutes more. They came out the other end hotter enough to burn you, but clean enough to see your reflection in the plates. Don't let those ducts fool you either, the dish room was always hotter than hell! Ah, the memories of the heatstroke...