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I'm Allison!
- nyc
- Last Record: 2013-06-01 10:00:14 -0700
- Joined: Jul 27, 2010
- http://allisonstock.com
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Mistaking the brier for barbed wire, She thought herself enslaved, And never dared to climb any higher, And never escaped from her cage. |
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(rewrote this tale to be a little shorter and more manageable.) * My little sister Carly had an imaginary friend named Noah. I had an imaginary friend too. Un... |
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uws, nyc, 2012
pittsburgh, 2012
As an actor, I find that the best direction is the indirect. To get this shot, I told a 6'3'' man to make himself small. I told him that he was alone, and that his only source of comfort in all the world is his right shoulder. I spoke to him in a soft, low voice.
I never told him to "be sad."
three readings of the public domain Robert Frost poem
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I love it when it's been snowing, and you wake up at three in the morning for no reason at all, just your body wakes itself up as if there is nothing else it ... |
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model: Gwen Sisco
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I punched a guy. I originally wrote "man" but felt that "guy" had more soul, sounded more street. Because punching a guy in the face is a pretty street thing to do. (It was in the face, where I ... |
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What if you'd seen me, stopped your eyes on mine and thought deep thoughts about me, and you wondered what i'm like, and i... |
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