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theindescribable1 · 9 months

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I found a horror movie sticker pack while at The Gas Station. Not A gas station, THE gas station. Here in TX, right near where I live, theres a Bbq selling gas station filled with things from horror movies. Its supposed to be after the movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre! It might be one of a kind, I haven't seen it anywhere else, but it isn't even a gas station, it sells BBQ and horror movie items as well as T-shirts! Its and exact replica of the one from the movie, but the one in the movie. . .the Bbq is made out of humans. ANYWAY! I bought these;

Lovely, right guys?

#The gas station #twilight zone #the babadook #Annabelle #Children of the corn #amityville horror #pet semetery #the grudge #bates motel #evil dead 2 #Evil Dead #the conjuring 2 #evil nun #R movies

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dinneratdahmers · 2 years

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memorial bench at “the gas station” original filming location in Bastrop Tx

#the texas chainsaw massacre #the saw is family #the gas station #bastrop #leatherface #bubba sawyer

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townofcadence · 5 months

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The Gas Station

This Gas station stands on an overlook that curves over the edge of Cadence. The pumps are long since missing, the inside of the store barren, leaving it a husk silhouetted on the eastern side of town in the twilight hours. It stands abandoned-- twenty years ago, six workers who had been hired to renovate the station disappeared, vanishing into thin air as they left the site inside a pickup truck. Several came forward claiming to witness the disappearance, and with a prior track record of other minor disappearances centered around the station, often written up as someone leaving town, the publicity was enough to end the gas station before the renovations ever came near completion.

Due to the costs of fixing the station to make it operable, it hadn't been purchased and replaced by a different company. The further into disrepair time dragged it, the more obvious it was it'd stay abandoned. Stories still circled it, disappearances still cropped up, though nothing as huge or as widely circulated as the pickup six. Kids and teenagers growing up in Cadence might visit the station as part of scary experiences, or privacy away from parents, but the cyclic nature of a vanishing would keep them away periods as well, and most knew better than to mess around too much, with the stories that were shared about it.

The last vanishing was seven or so years ago, a trio of paranormal investigators who went to explore and elaborate on what may have happened to the pickup six. They never came home, though like many others, at least a few hold out hope on seeing those who are missing again.

#the gas station #cadence #headcanon #Points of Interest #cadence headcanon

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famousfor15 · 1 year

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Me with John Dugan (Grandpa), Teri McMinn (Pam), and Allen Danziger (Jerry) from the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw #jerry #grandpa #pam #the saw is family #leatherface #tobe hooper #texas #chainsaw #the gas station #tcm #1974

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mapsontheweb · 1 year

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Parts of the country where self-service gas pumping is illegal.

#maps #us #gas stations

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poem-today · 5 months

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A poem by C. K. Williams

The Gas Station

This is before I'd read Nietzsche. Before Kant or Kierkegaard, even before Whitman and Yeats. I don't think there were three words in my head yet. I knew perhaps, that I should suffer, I can remember I almost cried for this or for that, nothing special, nothing to speak of. Probably I was mad with grief for the loss of my childhood, but I wouldn't have known that. It's dawn. A gas station. Route twenty-two. I remember exactly: route twenty-two curved, there was a squat, striped concrete divider they'd put in after a plague of collisions. The gas station? Texaco, Esso -- I don't know. They were just words anyway then, just what their signs said. I wouldn't have understood the first thing about monopoly or imperialist or oppression. It's dawn. It's so late. Even then, when I was never tired, I'm just holding on. Slumped on my friend's shoulder, I watch the relentless, wordless misery of the route twenty-two sky that seems to be filming my face with a grainy oil I keep trying to rub off or in. Why are we here? Because one of my friends, in the men's room over there, has blue balls. He has to jerk off. I don't know what that means, "blue balls," or why he has to do that— It must be important to have to stop here after this long night, but I don't ask. I'm just trying, I think, to keep my head as empty as I can for as long as I can. One of my other friends is asleep. He's so ugly, his mouth hanging, slack and wet. Another -- I'll never see this one again -- stares from the window as though he were frightened. Here's what we've done. We were in Times Square, a pimp found us, corralled us, led us somewhere, down a dark street, another dark street, up dark stairs, dark hall, dark apartment, where his whore, his girl, or his wife or his mother for all I know dragged herself from her sleep, propped herself on an elbow, gazed into the dark hall, and agreed, for two dollars each, to take care of us. Take care of us. Some of the words that come through me now seem to stay, to hook in. My friend in the bathroom is taking so long. The filthy sky must be starting to lighten. It took me a long time, too, with the woman, I mean. Did I mention that she, the woman, the whore or the mother, was having her time and all she would deign to do was to blow us? Did I say that? Deign? Blow? What a joy, though, the idea was in those days. Blown! What a thing to tell the next day. She only deigned, though, no more. She was like a machine. When I lift her back to me now, there's nothing there but that dark, curly head, working, a machine, up and down, and now, Freud, Marx, Fathers, tell me, what am I, doing this, telling this, on her, on myself, hammering it down, cementing it, sealing it in, but a machine, too? Why am I doing this? I still haven't read Augustine. I don't understand Chomsky that well. Should I? My friend at last comes back. Maybe the right words were there all along. Complicity. Wonder. How pure we were then, before Rimbaud, before Blake. Grace. Love. Take care of us. Please.

C. K. Williams (1936-2015)

#c k williams #american poetry #the gas station

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unknownn-girl · 2 months

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bluepoodle7 · 11 months

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#Johndoegame #TheGasStation #GasStationTunes #CheapShop #ScottPilgrimVSTheWorld #MyThoughts

What the gas station sounds like when John Doe walks in to ask a Yousona out on a date be like.

Cheap Shop - Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: The Game [OST] - YouTube

John Doe be like when he/they sees You.

Lovin At The Cheap Shop | R&B Mix | Scott Pilgrim Vs The World - YouTube

Music's and videos not mine but link is there.

Used the Illbleed gas station as a title image.

#Johndoegame #The Gas Station #Gas Station Tunes #Cheap Shop #Scott Pilgrim VS The World #My Thoughts

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blackbeautyxoxo · 2 months

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america's sweetheart <3

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an-ambient-girl · 6 months

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#yuri #yuri gas station

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one-time-i-dreamt · 22 days

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I was at a gas station called "Crazy Jack's Discount Shit Shack" but all the items were ancient and cursed. Crazy Jack was just some hillbilly guy with and underbite and a straw in his mouth. Had to stop my sister from buying the cursed objects, even though she knew the were all horribly cursed.

#dream #gas station #shopping #sister #curse #cursed

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dinneratdahmers · 2 years

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Some pictures from our visit to “The Gas Station” in Bastrop, TX.

Original filming location for The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974). They sell memorabilia, and delicious bbq. There are cabins in the back of the property you can rent to stay the night.

#the gas station #the texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface #horror #bastrop #Texas #uploads #horror movies #tourist destination

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the-ria · 12 days

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