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kate alison photography

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About Me



four-one-one:

web: www.katealison.deviantart.com
email: [email protected]
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available for work

i'm a dadaist who likes taking photographs.



i'm working with lighting. very diy. i need models.

My Blog

HEY! I'm a ghost...

so sullivan is the latest cd i have bought...and i must say i dig it like there is no turkey for lunch tomorrow...yup its pretty much that intence. hehso. boy-OHs! Mr. Joshua riped my pants...and well...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 19:12:00 GMT

boy, this one's for you

the sun made its way over the horizonas we exhale our soul's posionthose dark hours were the cure for my infected heart flick the ashes lets discard them like our worriesyour eyes keep whispering prom...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 18:45:00 GMT

MCR would totally sing this...

An empty highway, a whisper into the dark.Babe i'm just beggn' you to take me home.Cocaine is overrated, at least that's what they tell me...you're just another junkie for anything that will let you f...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 20:34:00 GMT

bullet for my valentine

so. all the girls tell me how their boy took them out to dinnerhow he bought them a dozen roseshell, even a teddy bear. and i'm thinking about our...five episodes of dora the explorer....i think my gu...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 10:53:00 GMT

and i'm scared to death of eternity

hmmmm.... do remember that one moment when you wouldn't allow yourself to be afraid anymore?i used to be afraid of not the dark, but what was in it... i used to think, there was someone waiting to kil...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 17:01:00 GMT

i tried to become a surgon so i could give you my heart

i can promise you that these words won't come out perfect...but they're all i've got.i've tried being a painter, so you could see what we could become...but i snapped the brush in twowould've sung you...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 07:06:00 GMT

he would have taken her place in a heartbeat

his heart kept on beating. beating. beating. he could feel that pouding in his chest like today was the first time it ever beat. he looked down at her as the tear fell fell down and splashed on the f...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 19:25:00 GMT

its different when you're lonely

i hate being in the room with him, all that tension and emotion flying back and forth. it's like a pink elephant is there.oh yes, we both know it...but no one says a word about it
Posted by on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 18:19:00 GMT

i hate these insecurities

me: " i fancy you." boy: "i don't care about you"...i think that's pretty much how it would go. so, i'll be me and do nothing. because i'm too afraid of being rejected. like i'm better off just assumi...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Dec 2005 16:50:00 GMT

bahumbug

their laughs ring through out the roomas they gossip while sipping their 'bubblies'they don't notice youas you stand there, you cry out "won't no one help me?" the pieces of the world lay shattered al...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Dec 2005 15:07:00 GMT