Facts about food...according to me:
1) Milk is gross...unless it's chocolate
2) Very ripe bananas make you gag and wanna throw up
3) Junk food is good stuff
4) Kids in my household rarely eat pretzels (the soft ones)
5) Kids in my household rarely drink tea
6) The grownups in my household always eat all the good stuff
Uh oh. 7 years of bad luck
These looked like the slides I used in biology class two years ago.
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The pic looks depressing more because it is black and white than the decay of the place. That courtyard was designed to be a pleasant place. Those steps and the courtyard itself are white marble and the area was surrounded by a lawn and trees. The quality of the construction was top notch. The darkness you perceive came there with the people who were hired to fill the service jobs that keep large hospitals running. There was a general sense of nastiness to them from my perspective. They hated anything that looked good because it somehow triggered introspection in them and this was very uncomfortable, painful, and confusing to them. They blamed this pain and confusion on those whom they perceived to have built the place and hired them to work there. As you might suspect this made them angry and they took it out on the patients they could determine by illegally using the records and disembling with the doctors, were helpless to defend themselves and had no family that might figure out something was wrong.
That is the evil ("thats depressing") you see there, the building itself is actually quite an attractive and an amazing acheivment in design and construction.
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when did this place close down? cuz some of the furniture looks new there. like the mirror! that would match the furniture in my room perfectly.
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This definatly a steam engine. No question. A big one too. My club would try to save something like that....
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Hey Maxx, were you on Carpenter St in those apartments?
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I grew up a block away from the hospital and i went to elementary school across the street from the hospital at school number 10. There were always crazy rumors about what that hospital was. there were smoke stack buildings in the backs. i heard rumors that back in the day it was a quarantine hospital for people with TB and when they died they dragged their bodies through the underground tunnels and burned them in the smoke stack buildings.
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nice place...good scene for silent hill haha
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Clowns are evil. . .
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I could swear that desk was placed there for use when this place was active. I'm not sure about the one standing on end, I remember having to do something down there near that yellow room. at that desk, I don't recall being allowed into the room. Maybe that one on end was placed as if to block off the width of the hall. Yea that's it. It would be 90 degrees to the other desk closer to the camera and against the opposite wall under the window.
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Devil Antics I had a great laugh.
Those tunnels were multi purpose. They had to be large enough to do maintenance and they were also designed for underground travel between buildings in all seasons. They were used for patient transport and for us children to come from the shelter to the hospital to eat. They had lights, I was told the adolescents broke them out of bitterness and frustration with the world. When we used them the lights were out and they were not much cleaner and got just as wet. The older kids used the darkness as cover to do their dirty work and keep up the intimidation that place ran on. They stopped letting the volunteers take us children to use the tunnels on the way to eat after one day someone much older terrorized me right at the point where light ran out and blackness took over, I was 4ish and I screamed and screamed and screamed until all the children became frightened in the darkness. I was chastized and punished for it.
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That is an unraveled window shade they are laying on.
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Person,
it's a six panel, with horizontal panels, door.
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The pain was peeling when I lived there in the 60's, not that bad but bad enough that it made you feel icky for being there.