Weird stories...

[|ngenius]

@Theredin: Hey, fella, how are you? I visited a web site where I would love to see a pic of you along with a funny sentence: www.sorryeverybody.com . First thought when browsing it was: "Hey, theredin should be here too!!".


|ng.

[Theredintheskyisours]

Hehe. Well, America has spoken and I don't want to offend those who voted for Bush, because it's their opinion, and one of our most important rights is the right to vote.

Although, in America that right is limited to basically two people, and Ralph Nader.


Wait, who the hell am I kidding? America is going to be Republican for the next 35 years. Our environment is absolutely screwed, and so is the rest of the world! Sorry Europeans. I hope you like McDonalds.


By the way, I am doing fine, how about you? Oh yeah, and I promised myself that I would never show my face online. Unless, it were a picture of me naked riding (no pun intended) a kiddie horsey scooter toy thing. Then, that's different.

[|ngenius]

@theredin: I'm a little bit american these days (which means that I'm screwed up a little, nothing that I can't manage to change at some point, either), and lacking of time to invest on this board. But I love this thread full of absurdiness absurd absurdity!!!


Because for something to fall, it has to be pulled down somehow. He knew it, so he was a representative image for the word "resignation", hung on that wall, doing nothing but breathing. Accepting one self is often related to accepting the conditions you live under, and he was living under a lot of conditions, actually, tones of them. It was like a big and thick wall plenty of others, hanging there at simple and plain leisure. Nothing had changed as far as his memory could reach, aside from the regular hurricane passing by every now and again.

Hurricanes were the every day meal over there. Nothing changed, though. Some of the people below him fell down, which led him to reckon about existential matters, you know, the usual stuff: what dwells beyond the line between life and death, what does it all mean, the classic sort of existentialism one could find in one of those how-to-live-a-fulfilling-life sort of book. But cosmical unanswered questions aside, his life might be rated as the most boring life in the world, no doubt. But he kept hanging there, unaltered, still and meaningless.

You can't do much when you're a little green thing hanging in someone's nose. Consequently, sucidal thoughts soak into your mind as water in a rainy day. The bad aspect of all this is how you can't commit suicide when you're hanging, because hanging yourself is ironically proven uneffective. He heard of people hanging there for years, and falling after their own self-counsciousness were long gone.

All of the sudden, something protruded into the cavity and took him out violently, so he felt exactly like unwanted shit in a shameless finger. However, his situation changed substantially just after being released, since he was mercilessly dragged over another wall. Tragic but predictable destiny for someone of his species...


|ng (Always talking rubbish...)

[Theredintheskyisours]

Oh I get your post! Your talking about how absolutism in England in the 17th were a precurser to the Bill of Rights being adopted in England in 1689 or whatever, right?


Anyways, here's my story (and I'm sticking to it by the way):


So I was talking to this girl on the phone the other day, right? And then her boyfriend gets on the phone and says, "Kid she's 54 years of age. You are way out of her league." I then cried and blamed it on god.


Or here's my more serious (not saying much) story:

It's nice to see that over 6 billion morons live on this earth. I mean kum on, they canknot spell, canknot think right, and fail to understand the true meening on the word to the Anglish. Stupid Canadians what will they think of next? Pastries that you can put in the bread toaster? Absurd.

[|ngenius]

I've heard someone begging for sense in his life. Sense back in his life, which implies that there was sense at some point in the past. Also implies that the sense is something one might find again, as far as there is nothing forbidding its return. So everything is reduced to the quest for that sense, vital yet undefined. This is just crap, I think we forget to involve our feelings in our rational thinking (rather irrational ramblings, as we see). What sense? Love can make sense out of a senseless life in a second, in fractions perhaps, and make it all turn from a scale of grey to colorful landscapes, no matter if there was any other change or not. So, what's the point in seeking for a rational planning of The Great Quest, when the quest unfolds and reveals itself all along the way? Do we have any power over this? Aside from the will of getting to the technicolor scene described above, of course, which is not an official requirement but an obvious insight advisable to bear in mind when living, right? You see, ramblings anyway, presumption of certainty, crap at the end.

Love is the shortest way to be happy, I'm sure about this. It is often compared with a state of drunkness (drunkness? Am I making the word up? Not sure...), with its due hangover after the love has gone, and the heartache replacing the headache as a physic symphtom of anxiety. Therefore, if the state of being drunk frees you from feeling cold (the proverbial state of grace it virtually provides), possibly love frees you from feeling pain (also virtually?). Okay, okay, this makes no much sense, but what the hell, comparisons are harmless up till now (right? no money for comparisons yet, yes?) and I'm way too bored to keep trying to fix this system anyway, so who cares?

However, I'm really eager to have a crush on someone, one of those where things fall into place by themselves and you just have to enjoy. The rollercoaster version of love: you sit, the thing sets up, and you simply feel it. I hate it when you sit and the engine is out of vacancy: your pretended counterpart thinks you're no longer inhabiting the universe, or tries to feed you throwing some peanuts in your direction because believes that you are a monkey. Maybe it is not so close to being drunk, after all, because you don't miss being drunk when sober, if you're not an alcoholic. But in a 99% chance you miss being in love when you're single. Maybe I am a monkey. Surely I am.


|ng. (Really busy in Lugo, as you can see)

[|ngenius]

Keys played violently, but deftly enough to make them sound completely structured, the sound floating around in a tapestry of melody. His hands ran all over the black and white pieces, touching them with precise pressure, making them sound either quick and brief or strong and maintained, like a pillar to keep up the music.

Knitting on a song with no name, the pianist plays for the same reasons he loves: he tries to experience, to feel.

[Siren]

Jeez |ng, it just struck me that your english has reached totally new levels, much higher than when i first knew you... And your writing is so nice.. It's really good to see you've improved so much over the years.

[|ngenius]

Thank you, sweetie, it's not that good (yet) anyway, but you're so nice. Thanks, I invite you to write your own absurd stories here, this is a place in need of absurdity.


|ng.

[Siren]

This thread needs some more stories.
I'm sorry i didn't take your invitation all this time |ng, i would have loved to, but i have no inspiration. :/
Let's hope it comes soon, meanwhile someone should post.

*dances to the rhythm of "Under the Sea" from The Little Mermaid soundtrack while waiting*

[|ngenius]

@Siren: You should drop something yourself too, come on. It makes it harder when you're alone on the task of leaving the (daily? weekly? monthly?) dose of absurdity on your own, and no one plays along. A couple of lines, something that you think might be absurd and fun at the same time. I believe in you.


|ng.

[Theredintheskyisours]

|ngenius' English is way better than mine, and I have been living in America my whole life!

We are the entity of a hands creation. The soul purpose unknown, but all we know is life, not death. Eventually one may soar above the rest and discover what is this entity.