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  • Artist Info: Hello. I am Forest of Rhetoric. Welcome! If you recognize me, you may notice that I've changed my name. Fear not, I haven't changed that much, or at all.<br />
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    I also go by Alicia, but I will tell you now, that name is probably not the name that I go by in "the real world." If I tell you anything different somewhere else, please understand that I'm not being malicious or a liar, I am probably being facetious or (more likely) a little sarcastic. I love being on Gaia, and I do trust many of you, but my own personal safety must come first. For that same reason, questions about my personal life will be answered wholly and spell-checkedly, but probably not truthfully. I may live any number of places depending on to whom I am speaking. May I politely suggest that you take what I say at face value, just as I will take anything that you say the same way. <br />
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    I am a teenager, and therefore am prone to all sorts of things caused by shifting hormones and a developing frontal lobe, including (but not limited to) random bouts of depression, random bouts of extreme happiness and random bouts of randomness, and if you mind, I suggest that you not stick around.<br />
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    I have a philosophy, and it is that I do not like anything that causes or is caused by dislike, and that is all that I do not like. Allow me to explain: The only thing that I hate, is hate, and all other things that are not hate, I love. Get it? Got it? Good. <br />
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    I love to write. As somebody rather wise once said, "I write for the same reason that I breathe: If I didn't, I would die." I hold words of any language in very high regard and I do not like it when they are malnourished, forgotten or butchered. Don't do it to me, for I am what they call "Literate" and I will be unhappy seeing words abused the way so many do.<br />
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    I do things. Interesting things. I read many, many more books than is really necessary. I act on the stage because it gives me a little extra happiness. I design makeup and costume for the stage, just because. I volunteer at lots of places- usually with animals, because I like animals, but sometimes with people, because I like people, too. I work at a job and go to school and drive a standard transmission car. I can play the piano and am learning the guitar, I do yoga sometimes and I like riding my bike into town. I have cats and dogs and an aquatic frog, and I love them. Is this all true? Maybe, maybe not. Like I implied earlier, the internet is for showcasing the person that you want to be, not only who you are.<br />
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    I am music. Not physically, of course, or I would be much more happy, but figuratively, I am music. I j'adore music of any kind, from American Rap to Baroque Period Classical to any and every form of Rock And Roll, and modern Pop and Gospel to everything in between. If it has a single note, the odds are, I'll like it. <br />
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    As you may have noticed, I have written quite a bit about things that are mostly self-explanatory. Don't hate me, I just enjoy writing about things I know, and these are the things that I know best - things that have to do with me. It's funny. People will spend hours filling out those little quizzes that ask you your favorite color and favorite food, and never ask how it got to be that way, or why. More importantly, they never ask you how you feel about it, or about yourself. Is that too personal? You shed light on every insignificant detail of your world and ignore the one big thing in it - you. Is this ironic or just sad? I don't know. Maybe it's because nobody wants to reveal their inner nature, just the outer one. We all are ashamed of the way our Id takes control sometimes, we all hate ourselves, just a little, and hate what our hate sometimes makes us do. Or at least, I know that I feel that way. Sometimes, I find myself the most unattractive creature on the face of the Earth and I am scared of the people around me, and ashamed of my fear and I wish that I could hide or die... Is that really so awful? Sometimes I get violent, and hurtful and caustic and mean and sometimes I can bite my tongue, but sometimes I can't, and I say something that I regret, or I find myself wishing that I didn't have to feel so guilty for using perfectly good words as knives, even though I know I was wrong. Sometimes, I get in this mood where I just write and write and can't seem to get all my thoughts out, so I just keep writing, hoping that soon, the words will stop coming so that I can quit writing and get back to something else but I can't because maybe I'm scared of what the world holds, or maybe I'm too tired to face it, or maybe I'm just addicted to my stream of consciousness, and I can't ever give it up, and I will write forever. <br />
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    Or maybe not. I guess that I'll be done now, and if you don't want to read all I wrote, I completely understand. No reason to waste half your life reading about little old me. Suffice it to say that my name is Alicia, aka Forest of Rhetoric, and (as my name implies) I talk a lot. <br />
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