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- substance abuse day the 14th 2:07pm Sep 5
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The Death Of Love, volume one: Love is a Four Letter Werd substance abuse day the 14th i...
Had sex once with a girl wearing cheap perfume. I found her image to be so flimsy, so completely contrite and contrived that I couldn't resist playing the great white on a feeding frenzy for... to strive, to seek, to find. I came, I saw, I conquered. ...
M. Scott Ault
Three images captured... as the story goes, "Brad" was a little on edge that evening.
He had decided that clothes, while generally a good idea, weren't his "bag" that night so stripped bare and deposited them within a locked garbage bin. He, then, proceeded to haphazardly walk in stilted stalking course around the back ...alley- mainly within the show of our buildings light.
And then, all of a sudden, he remembered that his cell phone was in his clothes so he broke the chain and pulled the bin over so that he could retrieve it... he opened it up, dialed a number (apparently) and sort of grunted...
"ahshasl shaaspdd sdi sdpiis d[[sd nf"
...into it and then threw the phone into the empty lot that sits beside what once was "The Smiling Buddha Cafe." And then a cop ... one single cop showed up.
They started a dance of sorts... the single officer mostly trying to make sure that "Brad" (name was unknown at this point) was mostly corralled in the small area and didn't run away. Brad, however, decided that he didn't like headlights so he tried to punch out the plexi- glass cruiser headlight covers. That didn't really work so he punched the front quarter panel... to much better results apparently.
When more officers showed up, it took 4 of them to get Brad on the ground and immobilized. And then it took all 4 cops and 2 paramedics to get him onto the gurney... and all of them were quite preoccupied with getting him strapped down.
Never did see "Brad" again after that night.Read More
He had decided that clothes, while generally a good idea, weren't his "bag" that night so stripped bare and deposited them within a locked garbage bin. He, then, proceeded to haphazardly walk in stilted stalking course around the back ...alley- mainly within the show of our buildings light.
And then, all of a sudden, he remembered that his cell phone was in his clothes so he broke the chain and pulled the bin over so that he could retrieve it... he opened it up, dialed a number (apparently) and sort of grunted...
"ahshasl shaaspdd sdi sdpiis d[[sd nf"
...into it and then threw the phone into the empty lot that sits beside what once was "The Smiling Buddha Cafe." And then a cop ... one single cop showed up.
They started a dance of sorts... the single officer mostly trying to make sure that "Brad" (name was unknown at this point) was mostly corralled in the small area and didn't run away. Brad, however, decided that he didn't like headlights so he tried to punch out the plexi- glass cruiser headlight covers. That didn't really work so he punched the front quarter panel... to much better results apparently.
When more officers showed up, it took 4 of them to get Brad on the ground and immobilized. And then it took all 4 cops and 2 paramedics to get him onto the gurney... and all of them were quite preoccupied with getting him strapped down.
Never did see "Brad" again after that night.Read More
There are these times when my need exceeds my greed when the wind howls against my fragile male ego...
M. Scott Ault Yeah, there was a fire in the alley. I was working in the studio and all of a sudden it looked grey and smelled smokey...
M. Scott Ault I've decided to start sharing some of the alley images I captured over the 2.5 years that Jamie and I lived at 120 E. Cordova. It'll be sporadic as the images are strewn about several different hard drives and masked in ambiguity... usually masquerading in folders I assume are *just* modeling session images.
Ch1 :: prologue // Hollywierdland Placemeat Ending Feb. 14th, the day that love died. Never thought I’d be a smoker, but the love you gave me was nicotine stains to my parchment mind. I couldn’t live without you, much less food, water, nicotine and alcohol. ...
M. Scott Ault Two poems excerpted from the performance "The Beaten Trance Rant" ... more to come.
M. Scott Ault Standing on the roof of my Gastown Studio... capturing the Koret Bldg (now high priced condos), Harbor Center, and more... all shrouded in darkness as the power was out for blocks around us.
M. Scott Ault Various Explorations in Various Locations
M. Scott Ault Various images captured from various locations at various times.
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