I'm David.

You will never live this moment in time in your life ever again

Think about that.

You are live, now, in the year 2012. People born tomorrow will never know what today was like. Ever.

Vomit like Joe’s shirt

Like the stroke of a pen,

            Elegant,

You disarm and flicker

            I write words because they flicker

It doesn’t make me any sicker any quicker

I’m no stickler.

            or carp

            or any other

            My, this is no fun –

            despite the stroke,

I find no fulfilment here.

Origin of ideas

I used to believe that no idea could be completely original. It was merely the sum of the inputs of a person that then became an idea. It’s not their own idea. On another level, the idea had probably been thought of before by someone in a similar position, with a similar thought process.

Recently I have defeated this idea. By looking at ideas on their own, merely the words that describe them, then they seem recurrent, but this is not what an idea is. All ideas are interpretations. Philosophers Hume and Nietzsche both said that events and causation are too oft separated into two different identities, when the reality is that they are one and the same.

Thus, on one level every idea is unique because the thought process that led to the idea is part of the idea, has painted and provided connotations and context for the idea, and is therefore original. The same chord played by two different people is not the same chord, they mean something different, even so far as the case of a chord progression.

Furthermore, as soon as a person takes an idea and sums it up, their interpretation is not just a glue that holds different fragments belonging to others together, but it is a part of the idea. Interpretation is not glue, it is like a dye, or a skin. Many times it is even more fundamental; part of the new composition, like a chemical reaction.

On both levels, my previous conclusion was false. There is originality so long as their is interpretation.

The next question is, what does that mean with regards to self?

hello, how are you?

this fear of being what they are:
dead.

at least they are not out on the street, they
are careful to stay indoors, those
pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets,
their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.

their ideal neighborhood
of parked cars
of little green lawns
of little homes
the little doors that open and close
as their relatives visit
throughout the holidays
the doors closing
behind the dying who die so slowly
behind the dead who are still alive
in your quiet average neighborhood
of winding streets
of agony
of confusion
of horror
of fear
of ignorance.

a dog standing behind a fence.

a man silent at the window.

(Charles Bukowski)

As I was saying,

As I was saying.
It reminds me of static,
       -white noise-
from a television of ‘67.
They didn’t always used to be real - no, I’m scared to
breathe; let alone sneeze.
       More white noise-
But as I was saying.
It makes the whole affair
a chore -
      getting up like falling down; plop.
I’m sick in a happy place - even more white noise -

As I was saying.
I’m covered in my insides
Why is it so much worse at night;
There’s no creeping
Weeping feeling: but no relief.
As I was saying - nose.
I’m not at home
    Not alone
But thrown into wretching, bloody heat.
I’ve stained myself: red like a helliday.
      -Noise
I just wish it was 10am already.

Don’t sit on the floor or you’ll get piles

Sometimes I just wish I could get fucked
My brain is overloaded
overdosed with information
constipated with vile nonsensical
unlyrical and hypothetical thoughts

going round in circles-

I make references I don’t understand
unplanned and inescapably unfathomable.

Sometimes I want to write
but I hate that its just because
I feel like writing about drowning
a sensation, then rhyming for the sake
of rhyming
dying
lying.

I’m happy but obscure
like a simile
I don’t feel adventurous
But I do, honest
Honest to the God I hate.

There’s a rhythm that I don’t believe in
That I can’t spell
I feel undetectable, under a blanket
Fuck it,
I’m just trying to make you nervous…

I wonder if you can spot something,
A flaw, a thought,
Find me something interesting -
introspective and engaging,
maybe even enraging
I’m getting sick and tired of going round in circles
Repetition is boring
my head in.

RE Chris’ questions

I’m sure you’re not allowed to back and forth them like this!

1. Is any opinion a wrong opinion?
The obvious answer is yes, someone can believe something which is wrong, which would be an opinion. The less obvious answer is no, that an opinion is an opinion and is therefore never wrong.
I would take the slightly more sociological view that, since ‘wrongess’ when we are not talking about factual correctness (and whether or not factual information is always right is a whole other can of worms) is defined by people and society, then yes it can. Your question boils down to either epistomology or ethics. Ethically, what is ‘wrong’ is defined by society and is therefore whatever society as a unit has decided to be wrong.

2. If any religion were to die out, which will go first and why?
One of the smaller ones that nobody has ever heard of.

3. Is it possible to love at a young age?
There are two ways of looking at this one too, if this is from a romantic perspective. Love is often defined as ‘the one’, but today that notion is challenged by the many number of people going through multiple marriages, remaining celibate or simply being promiscuous and happy. But, perhaps it is possible to love, i.e. to be infatuated with, attracted to and care deeply for, someone at a young age, even if this is not the be-all end-all of love in their lifetime. Young children generally don’t have brains that have developed as much, hormones that control attraction etc. and so are generally believed to be incapable of anything other than a platonic sort of love, an affection. Teenagers are generally so hormonal, and their brains undergo so much change, that what may be love one day isn’t necessarily continuous throughout.
To give a nice simple answer, it depends on the person.

4. Do you think there is other life in the universe?
Probably. Given its size and the number of galaxies inside of it, I wouldn’t be surprised. It would be worrying if we were the only lifeforms, as it would make us much more special than random results of entropy. What would be exciting is if the foreign lifeforms are of a completely different makeup, not having DNA or any such earthly biological puzzle pieces.

5. Do we exist?
Why am I not surprised, Chris?
The answer is maybe. Only God knows.

6. Will you ever get to the point where you can accept death?
Hopefully. And hopefully before I’m dead. Some people I know have already come to terms with it, but they are far from it at the moment. Some people I know have met their end with grace, whilst others cling on desperately to their memory.

7. What are miracles to you?
Good things that happen beyond all expectation and probability.

8. Do you hate anyone?
Not anyone in particular.

9. Where do you think technology will take us next?
Bigger space, better graphics, complicated medicine and controversy.

10. What superpower would you have if you could choose?
Invisibility - didn’t I answer something similar to this already? That or the ability to persuade anyone of anything.

I reserve the right not to create any more questions since I made some last time.

Questions etc

1. If you could choose anywhere to live (other than where you live now), where would it be and why?
   Honestly, I wouldn’t want to move right now, because I’m doing exams and/or going to university. From a more platonic perspective, I would love to go to Canada, Germany or somewhere in Scandinavia. Somewhere with snow, where it’s cleaner, where the culture is ever so slightly different to what we have here. Where the cold weather has forced the inhabitants to eat a richer diet. Where the air is fresh and the weather isn’t always so grey.
   
2. If you had to lose either your sight or your hearing, which would you choose?
   Sight. I am a musician.
   
3. How do you feel about your middle name?
   Fred. It’s quite cool. I don’t flaunt it nearly enough.
   
4. What is your happiest memory?
   Erm, falling in love? Or any of the spin off memories of that? Chemicals and that.
   
5. You can only listen to three songs for the rest of your life. What do you pick?
   Bearing in mind that I don’t often listen to songs on their own, but entire albums, that’s extremely difficult, and no matter what I pick I would eventually be bored of it. If you want my three most favourite songs, it would be King Nothing, anything by Slipknot and maybe something off of Abolution by Muse, or Hugh Laurie’s album.
   
6. Your favourite gif.
   I don’t know if this counts, but there’s a dog, upside down, saying ‘wut?’. It had me in a fit for ages and still makes me chuckle.
   
7. A genie grants you three wishes. Given that “unlimited wishes” is not an option, what would you ask for?
   Infinite money, the ability to turn invisible, the ability to persuade anyone of anything.
   
8. What is your favourite time of day and why?
   3 o clock in the morning. When I kill all the people in McDonalds.
   
9. Will we ever be able to replicate the human brain with a computer program?
   I wouldn’t be too surprised. But maybe there are some things in the universe that are scared, who knows.
10. There’s a zombie outbreak. You can only choose one object to carry with you: a lemon, a roll of masking tape or tweezers. Choose wisely (and explain why.)
    I can tell you came up with these, Joe.
    A roll of masking tape could be used to make a weapon. To be honest, if you manage to get into a store of some description, you’d probably be able to find all of this stuff.

Dammit, now the hard part.

1. What is your favourite colour? Why?
2. How varied is your music taste? Why is it so varied?
3. If you could fly, what is the first thing that you would do?
4. If all the books in the world were being burnt, are there any books you would risk your life to protect?
5. What is it like to fall in love?
6. What does ‘regret’ mean to you?
7. Do you prefer day or night? Why?
8. Do you think that plastic was a good invention?
9. What would create world peace?
10. What do you understand by ‘existence’?

To Chantal and Chris.

(Source: joebuckingham)