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Q. Are you religious?
A. I believe in my God, the God of the Jews, but I wouldn't exactly call myself 'religious'.
Q. Do you believe in past lives?
A. That is a very interesting question, and is quite difficult for me to answer. I do not think that once a life has ended, the soul will be reborn in a new body. I'm sure it's possible, but I don't think it happens.
Q.Do you believe in things like vampires and werewolves?
A. Not particularly. At least not what the modern society thinks of as vampires and werewolves. As for magic, dragons and elves and other mythological creatures, perhaps they might exist, but not on Earth. In my eyes, Earth is nearly as devoid of magic and 'mythology' as it can get.
Q. Do you believe in all that psychic mumbo-jumbo?
A. No. I do believe in the ability to perceive things that are considered beyond human capability. The human brain is quite an amazing thing.
Q. What do you think of love?
A. Love. Ah, love. It is beautiful, meaningful, painful. Love is many things. Devotion, caring, burning desires, happiness, a twisted heart, thinking of others before yourself, and much more. For all those people who try to tell a kid that they don't understand love, it's not true. Maybe a child doesn't understand everything about love, but they do understand it. They know from their family that love is protection, warmth, hugs in the morning, kisses at night. A child who doesn't having loving parents even knows those things. A child is capable of recognizing and understanding a romantic love. Teenagers have a bit more trouble recognizing it through all their confused hormones, though. Love is very deep and powerful. To call it an emotion is a vast understatement.
Q. What is your opinion on people who claim they are not human?
A. I don't believe them. At all. Flat out. The number one way to tell a human is really a human: they try to convince you they're not. The human will do whatever they can to convince you that they're not human. The inhuman will do whatever they can to convince you that they are in fact human. So all these people going around yelling that they're vampires, werewolves, succubus, incubus, THE SPAWN OF SATAN [My personal favorite], I don't believe them.
Q. Do you think everyone is unique?
A. I do. There is no one who is exactly like you. Even identical twins have differences. Everyone is extremely similar to someone else, though. Personalities mix and run pure, just like blood lines. There are melancholies, cholerics, sanguines, and plegmatics. Many people are a pure example of those. Many are mixes. I myself am most likely a pure melancholy. My mother is a melancholy with sanguine emotions. My best friend... is quite an interesting mixture that I have yet to figure out. One friend of mine is practically my twin, personality wise. The differences? The things we like. He has my same opinionated thoughts, and defends his choice of interest the same way I do. So yes, everyone is unique in their own special way. :3
Q. Do you think growing up with pets is a good thing?
A. Yes, yes I do. I myself have had pets since I was six years old. I love my pets, and having to remember to take care of eight of them when no one else in the house to do it for me has certainly helped me with memory and responsibility. If a family member is allergic to pet dander, one could always try their luck taking care of fish.
[Will add more questions and answers when I think of them :3]
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold