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Watchout! Sad sacks

I spotted these sad sacks while walking in the Richmond district over the holidays. It was a stunning winter day, with no fog in the forecast. Yet these poor peels were acting like the world was about to end. Sadly, for them, it might be true…For what is a peel but an empty shell? Maybe that’s why they lash out at anyone unlucky enough to cross their paths.

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It Sheds Its Skin

Watchout! Something left its creepy old skin on the corner. But WHERE DID IT GO?

Spotted on November 26, somewhere on Earth.

Spotted on November 26, somewhere on Earth.

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Watchout! Krazies on the Street

Last December, a local couple went on a date to a trendy restaurant near their house in Silverlake. They vented about work, bad drivers, and noisy neighbors over a carafe of house wine and plates of glistening chicken and noodles. After a couple of hours, they left the restaurant holding hands, feeling closer than ever. It was later than they thought – past the witching hour, and they had to walk a couple of blocks to their car. Dazed and sedated by the wine and salty food, they did not notice the eerie figures hanging out on the corner…until it was too late.

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Watchout! No One’s Treasure

The woman who photographed this sinister specimen nearly took pity on it.

“It looked so pathetic, swept to the side like that, with the most useless bits of trash on the whole street. That trash is no one’s treasure, I thought,” said the woman, who wished to remain anonymous. “But then I just walked on by, just like I always do. What does that say about me?”

The horror under the table.

The horror under the table. Spotted in Bordeaux last May.

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All She Wanted was a Snack. What She Found Nearly Killed Her

Back in May, a weary traveler stumbled through the streets of Bordeaux, looking for fresh fruit as a snack on her long journey. She noticed something unnerving in the road ahead – a streak of yellow under the oil-dark sky. Her horror grew as she advanced and the object took shape before her eyes. A piece of wood pointed accusingly at the yellow thing, splayed like roadkill on the sandy ground. She screamed….People stopped to stare. She screamed for hours and hours, until the sun was low behind the trees. Finally a man came out of a tavern and gave her an orange. She stopped screaming, adjusted her cloak, and continued her way down the long, dark road.

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