I know this might be off topic, but I'd like to mention the chair. I think it looks like a chair from Pee Wee's Playhouse, so it's not as scary and intimidating as others see it. Okay, we now resume your regularly scheduled hate letters.

Is that where they keep the soap or the light bulbs?

As a whole I would agree that graffiti cheapens and destroys, but a few of my favorite photos on the site involve graffiti. The angels stairway ascent to the devil, and the snoopy rock formation. Let's not forget that freaky ass, 4 eared bunny, which itself is a form of patient graffiti. However, physical destruction of walls and objects does ruin the natural idiom of decay and abandonment.

I thought of The Ring when I saw this as well. I keep expecting that freaky little beyatch to come through my comupter monitor.

Lonley and decrepit ths object does lie
I push and I pull and I really do try
exhausted and weary I give up the fight
Is this for soap or is this really for light??

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me...than a frontal-

http://www.ship.edu/~cgboeree/lobotomy.html

Ah yes, June 18th, 1979. I remember it well. I, a boy of but 13 years, virgin and innocent. It was a warm, lazy monday and the Red Sox had just beaten the Tigers, 9-8. The Yankees had hired Billy Martin as their manager, for the second time around. The US and the Soviets signed the SALT II treaty, which limited each side's nuclear weapons. But I was too young to know what that meant. All I knew was that Louann Fernald was named Playmate of the Year, according to my fathers poorly hidden Playboy. Also on that day, tragically, I could not find my Van Halen album, the really good one with Running with the Devil. It wasn't until June 25th that I had learned that my sister had borrowed it, without permission, and that someone had sat on it in the back seat of her brand new Pacer. The day, poetically blackened on the calendar above, still invokes angst and pain. Damn you Motts for making me relive June 18, 1979!

I agree, though he apparently had a little more hair in the 70's.

Is that George Costanza in the middle?

I keep expecting to see Shaggy and Scooby running out of one of the doors while being chased by a "ghost". And the ghost would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!

Ah, Mattress Discounters will throw a cover on that thing and sell it as refurbished for $500.

Motts, do you always do donuts outside of your urban ruins?

I was there in the 1980's and I was front row for Blue Oyster Cult. Then my car overheated on the way home. Good times. Too bad they closed RP. Now all Rhode Island has left is the Foxy Lady.

The creature looks like Greta Van Susteren before she had the surgery. Well, it actually looks like her after the surgery as well!

They're alot scarier in black and white. I can see why they were painted with such vibrant colors.

Naughty Noo Noo! (Teletubbies)

I think the light is a soap dispenser. :-)

Sorry Motts, it's pronounced Wuss-tah.

This is what my living room looked like after the 1986 World Series.

No glory hole jokes? Hmmm, classy crowd!

I don't think it is Andy. I think it was cotton candy, a reference to the great 50 cent sale.

From the looks of the brown mass on a stick, I still think 50 cents is overpriced.

Can anyone else picture Ms. Balbricker from Porky's?

Maybe it's a light bulb dispenser?

Now we know where they got the workers for the Big Dig.