Weird stories...

[|ngenius]

This is an absurd story. Therefore, it has no beginning. Or maybe it has, somewhere, at some point. In fact, you can point at the first word of these lines and let out proudly that there is the beginning, but it is not, because nobody said specifically that was the beginning of the story, whereas it has no beginning, are you listening or what? You better don't, I've never heard of any reader paying attention as if some odd sound would come out from the lines.

In fact, not even characters are needed. They are too expensive to be hired to perform in such an absurd story, without a defined direction, without any stylistic resource, no meaning at all, so, what is a character needed for? Nothing, that is. I told you, already, when it comes to absurdity, you shouldn't expect unexpected surprises, because the story is expectably absurd and probably boring. I wouldn't keep on reading if I were you, what by the way I am not, so you can invest some time on this unless you have something really interesting to do, like going out with the dog to free him from the responsibility of pissing inside home and consequently having to find a suitable hidden corner to wet. Maybe you think that sex would be way more interesting, but look at yourself, you're reading some stupid lines written by someone probably equally stupid, so it is kinda predictable you will never find a girl biased to let you come in, if you find a job you can be proud of yourself. Especially when I don't find one myself, it is like a risky sport these days.

But the word "story" was indeed mentioned, which means that you're supposed to be reading some sort of actions lineally disposed, aren't you? Yes, I know you vaguely but well enough to guess you're not going to move a finger to help me on this, so let's see what is coming out of my magic hat. What makes me feel upset, because I don't know the specific name of that hat a magician uses to grab rabbits from.

Alright, someone has to do the dirty job and it is not me, since there are people who are duly paid for that. So what I'm going to do is give this up and go to find which corner has been wetted. Thanks for listening, the boring times are not the same without you.


Ingenius.


P.S: Just writting some nonsense to improve my writting skills.

[oscura_criatura]

mmmm.. what strange topic.. i ever think that drugs are not good XD (except alcohol )

[FatherVic]

and what if in the meantime the world fades...and what if in the meantime the world just crashes down in a sea of mauve flames. It could be the hell of a view if you were somewhere in Venus, but once again you're quite unlike to be there at the moment to enjoy it. That's actually the whole point in life. You won't be there at the moment to enjoy it. And afterwards it's lost...lost and gone...forever.
But don't blame me, don't blame us. This is just an absurd story from an absurd world.
If you flip the "top hat" may be you will find that the rabbit has been dead long enough to be alive again. And then your guess would be "Well I don't care and it didn't surprise me at all" But OF COURSE it didn't. Why should it. This is absurd. An open script for flamethrowing writers. Loops of incoherent thoughts grasped from strorms in the air and tied together to form something beautiful. I know I don't succeed but at least I try. And the world keeps coming to an end and the end keeps stretching on forever.

Non existant characters for a nonexistant story. Where the dog finds nobody to tell him off for peeing where he should not and thus making the peeing issue a whole lot less interesting. What's a rule if there's nobody to tell you off if you break it. Just plain ink on a wet paper. Pressumably by dog-pee. What a strange way to end a world....simple mauve flames seen by a frozen volcano somewhere in Venus.

fathervic (caught in the absurd)

[|ngenius]

I planned to go further into my weirdness all alone, but it is far more interesting to have some good company in the process. I detect some "Fatherviquian" references on that text he wrote, which makes me smile because of my surprising own knowledge about his reading habits.


|ng (who is going to Madrid this weekend)

[FatherVic]

The moon kept shinning though. There was nothing to do about it.
Half an hour ago the world had seemed so normal, so full of color and at the same time so full of nothingness.
Not that nothingness wouldn't be colorful, but well you don't expect much color out of nothing.
But could it all be formed by nothingness? I mean, even if everybody admitted that nothingness was colorful, could everything be formed by strings of nothingness threaded together to create a bigger fabric of nothingness?
It would be colorful as it proved out to be, but it also was filled with emptyness. How strange. Filled with emptyness.
Was even that possible? You couldn't stuff things with emptyness. But sometimes your heart is filled of emptyness...
and sometimes you're only accompanied by loneliness.
But not this night...not tonight. The moon kept shinning afterall and if the fabric of reality could be weaven by nothingness it well damn could be swapped by some odd bits of reality. Maybe these were gray, but at least
meant something.
Now, maybe, there was a path. A path full of live. A path suddenly weaven out of something. He didn't know what was it...but it definitely was there...
A path lit by the a light from the moon...which afterall, kept shinning on.

fathervic (how was it in Madrid?)

[|ngenius]

Emptiness. Sometimes I wonder whether that word refers to something or it is as empty as the word itself pretends. After all, how is that "emptiness" defined? Absence of it all, maybe that could match a good acception but... does it mean something, after all? Can you imagine an "absence of whatever"? When you are feeling kinda empty sensation within, you are feeling indeed something, so there is no absence at all.

A hole, an abyss, or a foggy landscape are illusions created to provide some sort of mental depiction of emptiness. There are no eyes that can comfront the vision of nothingness, it is like being blind, disprovided of any visual sensation. On the other hand, we can speak in terms of emptiness when it comes to specific fields, but yet it doesn't match the acception we have mentioned, concerning the vast range that the word "all" contemplates.

Ergo, we can admit there's certain emptiness on some parts of our lives. A squirrel leaping from branch to branch might fall down and get painfully hurt, injury that might get worse if there is no nurse-squirrel in its immediate surroundings. In this case, we can utter the squirrel words as trustful when it says "there was no helping hand, I was empty of medical attentions". It's like when your dog wets that corner and wants you to believe its mind is empty of any guilt, you hit the dog with a newspaper and your pet gifts you with one of those looks, staring at you as if the concept of emptiness could materialize under your very eyes. But you know it won't. That is because a fully concept of nothingness or emptiness is just theoretically appliable.


|ngenius (It's time... for WEIRD STOOORIES!!!)

P.S: Ok, rather absurd...

[|ngenius]

What?! Whaaat?!?! Is there people working on their uni's projects instead of writting nonsensical stories here?!?! You, stop attending to your duties and do something stupid, BE HUMAN!



|ng.

[FatherVic]

"Be human...be human!!!!!" then we woke up.

He thought of his dream for a moment. That voice...he had heard it before...he had thought it sounded a bit metallic. He started to think....THINK THINK THINK!!! He started scanning his own thoughts. The sights of last night were not pleasant. Clowns tend to be not pleasant. Specially if those clowns try to sell life and car insurances to you. It had been a bad day. The supermarket was full of them. Small, big, fat, ridiculously tall, and dressed in very different ways in more colors than should be allowed to. Their gigs ranged from plain two-strings to the typically curly orange ones. He had never seen so many red noses together in his whole life. He even felt sorry for those who just had it painted as a black square. They looked sad.

And they had started trying to sell him all those insurance assuring him that he would need them for the unknown future. "Time is passing", they were saying."And you're getting old...you might think a heart attack it's just a normal casualty for someone like you".

He'd gone to the supermarket just for a pakcage of Froot Loops but he had found himself in the worst of his nightmares. And the worst had just began. When he found a little passage among the yoghourts and the cheese lines he thought he was about to scape and then the worse of all appeared. One hundred of tiny robots dressed up as Santa banging a small star shaped candy on the head of a circus monkey. And they were saying in a deep hollow metallic voice..."HoHoHo Merry Christmas"

Then he found this little robot...he has taking some distance to the others and looked as if he was just nicking some stuff from the alcohol drinks section. At least he wasn't saying anything...He reached out a hand trying to ask the robot for an scape when the robot turned around and starting to say "Be Human, Be Human, Be Human"....then, he woke up.

fv (eing)

[Thanatos]

I'm lazy to read all that...can you make a summary?

[FatherVic]

yes, yes...make a sum Mary!

fathervic (who always liked tricks with numbers)

[|ngenius]

Sometimes the world gets dark, shadowed. You don't know what is going on, what is happening around you, and you keep on walking as if the lights just went off momentarily. Perillous decision if it is you who had to switch the lights on again. Some others you stop, waiting timorous, expecting someone else to do something you don't feel the courage to do yourself.

Very few times, you realize there is something wrong, and your efforts are focused on looking for some light, switch or, leaving the metaphor behind, solution for that menacing darkness that seems to surround you, answers to your questions, a reply to your prayers. And it occurs so often that we look for answers where only questions will be brought up, or we shoot the wrong questions. Or perhaps we had the answer, already.

The most of the times, though, we'll believe there's nothing to do, the lights simply decided not to work anymore, so what are we supposed to do? It's someone else's responsibility. I won't do your job. I won't act unless I am forced to.

There is the light. There is always a light... right?


|ng.

P.S: I was reading some psychology stuff and there are some points the book talks about, so I decided to post it as a weird thing