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Do you eat an Oreo Pen, or write with it?
The newst oreo has been pen for at least 2 years - I wonder if this building will ever find a new use?
abandoned Walgreen's building, corner of Hobbs and Main
A reflected neon sign in a rainy evening puddle in an inner Brisbane suburb.
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Happy Thursday everyone, and welcome to another triple set of local update uploads! Tonight we’re at the top of Mississippi, hanging around Southaven Towne Center. This photo here isn’t all that recent – in fact, it was taken April 8th, 2017 – but it’s still relevant to what I’m about to show you in the next pic, so that’s why you’re seeing it here tonight.
This is one of the entrance signs to the mall, this particular one at the intersection of Nail Road and Airways Boulevard. (The street sign in the background notes that Nail Road changes its name to Towne Center Loop on this side of Airways, however.) This is the southern entrance to the property. Be sure to pay close attention to how this sign looks here, because as you’re about to see… (cont.)
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These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
So it would appear, but in fact it was part of the sign identifying a Seat & Body Shop.
One from the archives, 14 years ago. As usual, stumbled across it by accident.
Marysville, Ca
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Looked like a classic camera shop to me. It was closed once again. I always get here on Sunday.
--Original caption story--
The air was a putrid color of not caring. Yin didn’t even know what particular part of her life the world didn’t care about; was it about her eating disorder or her dad’s screams and hallucinations at night? Maybe a little of all of the above. Either way, it didn’t give her any satisfaction, flipping the unsympathetic clouds off. She sighed, brushing her limp hair behind her, and leaned back against the prickly grass. Her rib cage was a soaring gothic cathedral. She tried to remember a time when her diet was normal or maybe when her dad was. But there seemed to be nothing behind the memories of being afraid to eat bananas, or his blood curdling screams as he saw monsters leering at him. She knew there’d been a mom, and maybe even a time when she ate chocolate and ice cream without punishing herself, but it was all a blank, like missing calories and hollow stomachs. Yin wanted to puke.
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