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The grate in that window creates a kind of Moiré in the small thumb. Nice.
who's johnny?
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Ahh, the depths. I suppose this shot was taken in a lower level of the building? Just a hunch.
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Btw, nice poem, Kassie. Fits in lovely.
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Mebby..."exorcisms" if the asylum is old enough!
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This frightens me. All those childhood dreams are coming back to me now... thanks alot, Motts.
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They're always running late, those shrinks! What that chair needs is a skeleton holding a copy of Life magazine from 1949!
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I wouldn't want to be on either side of that door nowadays!
Eddie, there's no ghostly face, and Mona, I don' t appreciate you disparaging crazy people having sex. I've been called "crazy" and I'm no virgin, furthermore, a few of my GFs were certifiable but sex was no more "gross" than if you were as sane as Socrates!
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Imagine all the other things that you didn't discover... which still lie there untouched and unseen
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Another great shot from the chair-man!
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I hope the buffalos trample all three of them.
Pretentious gun-wielding brutes.
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"We sleep by the ever-bright hole
At the door.
Eat in the corners,
Talk to the floors.
Teaching the spider's tongue
to say "Please".
Politely they bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs!"
-- A Passion Play, Jethro Tull

A Note: Ironically, "Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs" is one of the (apparent) British equivalents of "Well, I'll be damned".
Fitting, isn't it?
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I must ask motts, did you brush off any more paint chips to reveal any more things?
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I love this picture
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When I was younger, I went to an enrichment program, through the school, and I quite remember the doors to the classrooms looking much like this.
This really does remind me of Farringdon.