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No one has even bothered to clear the debris from the car. I guess they're hoping the scrap yard pays by the pound and won't notice. |
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A look in through the front door. |
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A closer look at a couch on top of a bike
on top of a layer of mud a couple inches thick on top of the floor of a
house built below sea level.
The harp in the foreground still sounded good, but the strings that were left still intact were out of tune. (You know I can't walk past a musical instrument without touching it.) |
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Katrina just put things wherever she liked. No one was around to complain, after all. |
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That's the front door leaning against the wall. |
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Even Jesus is like, "Holy shit, man! That levee doesn't look like it's going to hold!" |
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Some more of the mess. |
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I guess it's appropriate this is more like a blender than a fan considering the place was in more of a liquid than gaseous state for as long as it was. |
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Even I've never been to a party this wild. |
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