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024-2. This morning Jukin are stolen at gunpoint.
(continued)

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We took him home with great deference and 1000 apology, which only increased his anger inside. He had already planned to blow up a military warehouses. The government was so embarrassed that they had not extended to the rear a van, as provided in the security procedure, but a mere passenger jeep camouflage. He was able to memorize the route to the secret base. Having rejected the idea of selling this information, he prepared for his operation.
As a film, he threw a rock thunder and regrouped his equipment. At the dramatic climax of the song, he put on his dress, seated on heavy guitar riffs: rah! tighten the belt, rah! wear a glove, rah paste the scratch of a black leather shoe shaped metal shell. And for the final agreement, he spent a hood. The
day was just beginning to decline, but he wanted to make the journey on foot. No secret military base provided for only one man arrived at night to attack. What it would help. He had no trouble finding the way and arrived just at night.

buildings were located in a desert basin, behind several rows of fences and barbed wire. In contrast to the vehicular entrance, he slipped and took advantage of a natural flexibility to slip back under the barbed wire. Similarly, it fences and hacking going on underneath with his talent. All was quiet in the chamber. Guards with fixed position on the watchtowers were talking quietly and doors. Others had their guard towers. Years without intrusion were probably asleep Jukin vigilance and had all the time before him.
With the patience of a sage, he left his bamboo stakes and began by neutralizing a fixed guard. He then tied a tutor. By far, the guard seemed always at his post. Thus Jukin could slowly get rid of them without arousing suspicion. After studying the movements of the round, he did the same with the guards. One by one, they were equipped with bamboo. Now there was no one to notice their abnormal immobility. He still had staged to suggest they were discussing among themselves, which could save him time.
The base was now harmless to the outdoors. Serious things could begin.

He made his little tour to identify all alarms. Finally they were awkwardly connected to the same hub. With simple toothpaste, he put it off. The alarms were turned off without being able to notice. The base was cut from the outside. He laid some explosives.
Everything was ready. Then he recognized.

Jukin-hooded went to a warehouse. It contained the building where he had been kidnapped, and later in the same structure, the offices where we interviewed him. He cut out the gongs to the back door, without even reading the instructions plastered over, since he did not need to take precautions. He entered with his gun and discovered the storage area. All furniture to his taste, electronic art, works of art, toys, pool recyclable ... A real Aladdin's cave after all. A military bored, sitting on a crate.
Unscrupulous, he pointed his revolver and ordered him to slip into his leather jacket a laptop and a box of the game 'Ten dropped.

After removed, it spreads to other explosive charges between all these objects. Then he knocked furtively the butt of his gun the two guards who were waiting on the other side. He arrived quickly at the corner office. After neutralized still a soldier, he observed some time the military guard in front of a television flashing morons of stupidity. They were 5 in a room Meeting with the walls of the corridor was a large window. Quickly this time, he placed charges at strategic locations. Already outside the control of explosives was shining in his hand. He savored a moment the power he had imagined the flames and noise. He had resolved to sacrifice those lives, as soldiers because they had agreed to obey blindly the government to surrender to the army their free will. So they had all participated in his kidnapping, his confinement in appalling conditions, torture and interrogation. But it was not a personal vendetta against these men.
Crouching behind a bush burnt, he rested. The military base took his breath and get laid. Jukin had overdosed his c4. He was thrown into the air by the fireball from the warehouse. The computer game and break his fall in a big crunch. They were screwed. Some soldiers were now tutors on the side. When he turned to the gaping hole and smoking, his spirits recovered, a large piece of metal fell on his side. It was a plate attached to the building, he had not taken the time to read in the dark:
"private property of Mr. Jukin - delivery of compensation for the litigation of the case vagal. "

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024-1. This morning Jukin are stolen at gunpoint.

The door slammed in his room. He awoke with a start and saw the hour before being gagged. 8:50 am. Ten minutes before his alarm clock rings. Two men tied him up and carried him, while a third opened and closed doors. He also supports the observation that they remain completely stealth. Daylight was just, but when they took him outdoors, Jukin could see their military uniforms, the faint glow of the sun still blue, before being thrown into the back of a pickup truck dark.
The trip was difficult, because their position, their hands tied behind his back, was very uncomfortable. His right shoulder was bruised against the metal reliefs from the floor at each of a sudden the vehicle. When left turns were tight, his hands were crushed against the wall because of its own weight. In addition, a massive machine gun pointed right between the eyes, persuaded the train sleep do not stop at the station Jukin. He could not even doze.

Finally arrived, the soldiers fired into a dungeon, as abruptly as in the van. The place was perfectly moist, feeling the full foam nose. The smell was pleasant forest itself. But in an enclosed place, it referred constantly to the deprivation of liberty. Was this a maneuver to weaken the will of prisoners? He could not tell. However, the drastic conditions of his detention, ie a bed consisting of two sheets of paper stacked to any moldy furniture, were clearly a way to reduce the mass sticky man easily manipulated.
He thus had the leisure to wonder what he had ever done. In the past, what went against the army and government interests? Even thinking about some events of his past troubles, he felt his abduction irrelevant. It could simply be indicted and imprisoned. So why the secret kidnapping? Jukin had thought the problem back in all directions, an escaped him
Without his cell window, he could hardly estimate the time of his captivity. It seemed interminable. Her biological clock had no further reference and turned away empty. He felt a lot of sleep, but the few times before were a torment. We brought him food sometimes. He suspected all along that the schedule was deliberately destabilize the chaotic edge, if necessary.

Finally, we went out of his hole to throw him into office. The white light piercing the large bay window hurt his eyes. For a long time he saw a black shape indistinct in place of the head of his interlocutor. The latter, though still vague, seemed extremely solid and powerful. In any case, we could not miss the vehemence its tone nor mistaking his intentions.
The man then asked his first question. Jukin do not even understand. After a few moments of open mouth, he received the loop of a whip in full play. Then a second time in one place, even harder. He felt the drop of blood dripping onto his skin. Having nothing more to say when the second question came, he was content to ignore. This time, it was his tears that flowed down her cheeks at the impact of leather tearing.
This game still lasted. He could not answer because he had no report, no knowledge of what was questioned. In a kind of lucidity despair, face swollen, he managed to blow: "I'm Jukin. The man hung his fury: "pardon? "He spat again in the middle of a bubble of blood," Jukin! "

conditions soon changed his residence. He was granted a room with window and bathroom and toilet. His real identity was then confirmed. It was a little confusion with a certain Mr. vagal. This protester had a blog, hosted at an address almost identical to the old blog Jukin. So they had caught the wrong IP address and reassembled to him. Totally furious at this injustice, these unacceptable ways before even checking his identity, he nevertheless remained courteous. For now, he took on him and kept his apparent calm. A project of vengeance were piled them in his mind ...

(Continued next week ...)

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023. This morning Jukin rises at night.

It was so early that no one could say with total aplomb, it was am. But whatever. Jukin was standing and had to start his day. Breakfast is valid on departure. Outside, the city was quiet, like a protective cocoon. And this time, the night was heightened this sense, rather than bringing terror and anguish. The impression to start your day in a calm and cool was surely the reason for this change. He sniffed the perfumed air in his window before going out randomly in the streets. It felt good, without all the sweat of the day.

Jukin seemed to walk neighborhoods unknown, as the streets were different without light. Or as it was the city negative. In passing, he glanced in a perpendicular street, picked it up, took a few steps in the main street and froze. Thought generated by the vision could not fight their way through the convolutions of his skull. This image seemed absurd in reality. Yet the same as his memory, a deadlock is created when she was thrown into the real world.
He had just seen the bottom of a dark alley, Batman! Totally enthusiastic, he was petrified. He dared not go back to make sure. He went his way but stopped later. He accepted not to flee as well. After being told he would regret all his life, he emptied his head and blew into the lane without thinking.

Batman was always there. He ended a nasty against the wall. Now it is all true, not a guy in disguise. Jukin had gasped. He let out a burp nervous when Batman turned to him. This vision would be stamped on his retinas, for time immemorial. The Caped beckoned him. He secretly thought it was for him settle his account because he had witnessed. Then he remembered that he was not a criminal and therefore he had a priori, nothing to fear. However
his legs refused to budge. Batman comes to him, followed his cape floating majestically: "Sir, have you seen his accomplice who fled? The question was simple, clear. Jukin responded much more sharply that he would have wanted: "No. "The Dark Knight made a gesture of irritation and calmed down immediately:" It will be for the next night. "Jukin dared look really take the time to detail the texture of his suit, the harmony of the cut, the choice of curves at once powerful and prominent.
Batman interrupted his remarks by asking "You like it? This time, the response expressed his enthusiasm: "Sure. It's perfect! An ideal balance of force, threat and distinction. "Batman looked very relaxed, even nonchalant. His daily round was probably over. "Want to try? "Jukin's jaw loosened and remained suspended. Batman placed his heavy gloved hand on his shoulder and added: "You are to me nice. I do not have anything planned for early this morning, and we must nurture relationships with the public from time to time. "Jukin

barely had time to nod, he was engulfed in a bag, strolled on the back of Batman! He never saw the batmobile, to his great regret. However, she carried him to the batcave. The images paraded before his eyes then were stored somewhere in his brain, but would be analyzed and understood until weeks later.
When Batman took off his bag, he had been tabled before the cabinet costumes. It was actually in the sanctuary. The mysterious vigilante took him a little further, before a cabinet inlaid with a brushed steel plate which was engraved "costumes visitors. Batman studied it from feet to head, opened the door chain, slipped his arms inside and came out a copy of his costume, but smaller. "This is exactly the same make as mine, in various sizes for everyone. He handed him stating: "There is no dressing room here, this is not a shop either. So do you change it. "Jukin
complied. He felt the gaze of the hero weigh on him. The sweat beading on his forehead. Shirtless, he took off his pants and took down the suit. Batman stopped him, telling him: "You will not succeed in putting on the panoply than being totally naked. "Jukin risked a glance toward the mask and two black eyes met the requirements of justice to the shadows. He could not help but obey.

Of course, wanting to rush to don the costume, it s'emberlificota and stood naked in view of the hero, even longer. He finally put the mask and felt much better. It was worth it. A flash of light dazzled him a moment. Batman brought him a mirror encircled money for him to contemplate. In all modesty, he looks great. He wondered what was it like his heroes naked, given the magnificence of what was in the costume.
Then the legendary bat man approached him: "It's time I let you. He looked again to undress and get dressed without moving an eyelash. Jukin blushed, and imagined that the cameras had recorded thousands of men and women naked in the batcave. Batman and traveled at the DVD compilations of his fans.
It was then extended, bag over his head, at an unknown location. His hero shook his hand vigorously, "Do not remove the bag a minute after I left. Then stood motionless for a moment: "Goodbye. "Jukin listened away, and the roar of the Batmobile, which subsided quickly. He almost even raise his bag to try to see it.
But he found himself in silence, facing the day began to pick up. It took a few steps, a little stunned. And realized he did not know where he was. He almost turn around, but changed his mind. It was in the middle of a swamp. 2 hours were needed to go home, covered in mud and mosquito bites. Half disgusted, he showered and prepared hot chocolate. He sat down, a little relaxed, stay at his desk, the cup in hot hands. He discovered at that time a Polaroid picture, the representative with the costume, standing next to Batman, who smiled warmly. The white border, his hero had written to permanent marker: "I will never forget you. "

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22. This morning Jukin killed a hunter.

was a hunter who had a gun in china. He arrived unannounced one day. Jukin did not like it, but the man looked so natural and likeable, he had offered hospitality. A tall man full of bonhomie, relatively recognizable, besides its traditional dress of a hunter, but especially by his mustache drawn with ruler and square. In addition to the contour as sharp as a razor blade, the thickness was perfectly regular. Which formed a dark trapezoid in volume under his big nose voluntary. And to make things totally unreal, hair combed appeared to have been one by one, to be placed parallel to the ridge like a legion of the Roman Empire.
Without the use of unnecessary niceties, the man explained his presence here. He came south in search of a rare game. But nature did not reason in him as before. And the weapon he used, as required sensitivity fine-tipped wings of a duck. In case of osmosis, the precision was fatal to the animal kingdom. But otherwise, this gun became the worst gun. Pedro
the hunter, because that is how he presented himself, had lost his senses. To find them, it was a live naked all afternoon, deep in the forest wild. And so from the free spirit, he wanted to entrust his equipment. Under these conditions Ideally, he could break his block and reopen his being in the fullness of nature.

He left when his equipment Jukin, storing everything in his garden shed, double lock latch. However, the rifle china should stay with him. The most precious of Pedro requested special attentions. When he was not used in hunting conditions, the gun was to be handled very slowly. A breath of air will damage too abrupt nature of the material would immediately lose its properties. Paradoxically, Jukin should also move. Stagnated because if too long, rifle saw its material settles and also lose its effectiveness.
All this was already very restrictive, but the hunter added a final precaution. Jukin was almost disappointed to learn that the gun was very fragile and that the slightest shock, it would break, which would break the heart of Pedro. It was so obvious, that he did not need to be clarified. He had secretly hoped for a silly precaution. The hunter, reassured him his clothes and finally let him go the next day. Jukin watched her disappear bare buttocks off.

He went immediately to look at the gun more closely. Completely smooth, without the slightest bump, or any straight edge. Even for a weapon, the subject was fascinating. Although hard, the material seemed to be alive by the countless reflections and changing who roamed. The porcelain itself was white, but orange and pink abstract forms will appear regularly. The timing of the move already arrived.
Jukin concentrated and breathed deeply. He grabbed the gun firmly, but gently and lifted. The weight was perfect. Heavy enough to feel the material, but not too much to stay comfy. It was moving in slow motion, wide-eyed, paying attention to his every move. All his muscles were clenched.
Meanwhile, Pedro was at the wildest depths of the forest-covered buttons mosquitoes, clawed feet with grass rough and reddened thighs with nettles. He let slip his mind preconceived by the company, which had gradually narrowed the field of options, who had imprisoned his natural being paramount. Then a kingfisher is planted in her ass. While the bill was returned at once. Once the surprise, he pulled the animal, furiously. Wandering naked and being bitten by animals happening. But here, nature went too far. He felt he had a certain boiling anger, a force which revolted. He was ready to find his gun.
Jukin was somewhat drowsy, but emerged at the time he was moving the weapon. The instructions were simple, yet so binding, it seemed to have received 1000 recommendations. The arms clenched to keep watching his movements all around him. Of course, by dint of taking precautions in 1000, he made a mistake he would never have done otherwise, and dropped the gun which broke into 1000 pieces. The situation was so disastrous that it does not even panicked.

He went looking for just the glue and began to assemble the pieces. Even the internal mechanisms of the rifle were made of porcelain, it was a disaster. Totally in shock, it did not reflect instinctively and cementing the fly. The parties seemed to fit correctly one after the other.
He fixed the final piece, rested the gun on his left pad in the middle of the dining room table. Then he swept the porcelain powder was left on the ground and threw her to the kitchen. He returned to stay ahead of Pedro and stopped in a terrible state. Believing he had discovered the pole rose, he began to stammer. The hunter remained calm, with hints of orange blue feather stuck in the shoulder. He broke the silence by launching directly Jukin 'I'm ready. "This relaxed. He realized that Pedro was not yet gone to see his gun.
Then he brought his clothes and the rest of his equipment. While Pedro retool in haste, Jukin throwing furtive glances at the gun, to estimate the success of his maneuver. From his position, he guessed barely cracks. The dreaded moment came: the hunter approached the cushion on which lay his prized possession. Pedro grabbed him quickly without even looking at him with all possible precautions, warmly thanked Jukin of his mustache and impeccable party determinedly. He never returned. It was a modern miracle, he had seen nothing! Once past the emotion, Jukin could really rejoice and relax. Pedro was a nice guy, but he did not like hunters.

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21. This morning Jukin decided to highlight his animal side.

In out, reasoned the sounds of carnival. The jubilation was in full swing and he climbed to the attic. From there, he could watch the festivities. After a few moments to detail the costumes, one conclusion was obvious to him: they were zero! What a disappointment for him who thought both the idea of dressing up. People were doing it over the leg, without scale. As if mocking the idea of disguise, they took it lightly, for a game is scratched Jukin While inside the arm, his eyes rolled back by what he saw, he had his idea.
The crowd continue to gesticulate in the street and it would last until the first light the following morning. He had so much time in front him, and he needed it. The first thing to do was list the equipment. He gathered all he had in his workshop and went wandering. Knowing the route of the carnival, he borrowed the streets deserted, because everything was crushed in the path of the procession. What was missing was quickly assembled. He found in isolated courses, landfills or on rooftops.

The night had invaded the city, but the excitement still prevailed. People no longer existed, as they were huddled. They formed an urban organic, teeming carnival. All these bodies flowed from street to street, emitting a sound vibrant and festive lights. The carnival came to the square of the city plunged into darkness. The ritual included a short tour of the place before proceeding.
All balconies were occupied by people waiting feverishly to scream their frustrations, covered annually by the din of the snake man. The snake coiled souls on the pavement and destroyed the negative thoughts. They sprang into the air in a myriad of sparks exploding with joy crackling. Everywhere the procession passed, the spirit soar everyday social tensions. The
around the square ended. All the carnival was held. The head of the procession approached a scaffolding installed in front of the aisle. When they overtook, photocells placed wisely sent the ignition signal system. The podium built on the scaffolding was illuminated. Empowered spots placed at the top of the church converged on the scene. The whole carnival froze on the spot and a whisper came accompany the discovery of a brilliant figure in his medium.

Jukin had successfully because the timing was ideal. In this frozen moment, everyone admired his suit coat marmot sticky. The podium was turning slowly on itself, so the flicker of fur sent small stars in all wide-eyed. He had recovered a fur for making the most of his work. The ends of the legs had been achieved through an old mat found in a vacant lot, the same color as the fur. Ideal material, since it was done so that you walk on. The resemblance
astonished, to the extent Jukin had successfully integrated the posture of the animal to its human morphology. Eyes on the sides at the top of the head, allowed us to see through a clever set of mirrors. Just below the crowd approached him. Slowly, the podium went down a slight mechanical noise, covered by the growing unrest of the carnival. The town began to realize that organic groundhog actually flowed. Some even worried that it was an authentic giant groundhog.

Both the mechanism of the podium and trigger the photocell did not pose any problem, as the rendering of the coat shiny was a real headache, a écheveuleur skull. Until the last moments he had known how to proceed. Already, much time was lost in finding the best made sticky.
Olive oil had proved the ultimate. However, the effect does not last because the oil was absorbed quickly and tarnished. What gave the impression of a wet groundhog at most, and what does not satisfy him, of course. When he had just resigned, he saw bottles Diving empty, he kept a long time. The solution is then presented with all the strength of its evidence. He would fill bottles with olive oil. The expander tube with holes and secured around the neck enough to spread continuously goo. Even the hump formed by the bottle under the costume added to the realism. Any fur dripping, drenched glistening fat.
The people closest to the beginning to grin. Their personalities stood out from the carnival. Groundhog had reached the paved ground when everyone was deagglomerated. Jukin stepped on stone. The temperature cools while the podium went back automatically. The effect of the costume was very successful. Nobody wanted to touch him.

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Selection.

And now, the jury finished deliberating. Below is a list of your proposals I have chosen, and which will be a future Jukin. Wow, you have class. Each will receive its
Jukin gold when they get me delivered from Venezuela.


This morning Jukin wake tomorrow (yesterday). Leila
This morning did not wake Jukin home. Candice
This morning Jukin ghgahhgegrdrghjgh. Tim
This morning Jukin understood the universe. Tim
This morning Jukin lost his spinal medulla. Tim
This morning Jukin believed melt. Tim
This morning Jukin walking backwards. Violaine
This morning Jukin is deaf mute. Marion
This morning Jukin s'emmerveille. Marion
This morning Jukin not Jukin. Marion
This morning Jukin feels flaccid. Marion


said that Leila and I have each found a Violaine Jukin already written but not yet published. Leila has even found the title of No. 21. Violaine has seized the subject of No. 22. But it is the literary espionage that! Bravo.

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The list of published Jukin


033. This morning, woke up tomorrow Jukin (as proposed by Leila) .
032. This morning, Jukin understood the universe (as suggested by Tim) .
031. This morning feels flaccid Jukin (as proposed by Marion) .
030. This morning did not wake Jukin home (title proposed by Candice) .
029. This morning, Jukin lost its bulb cerebrospinal (as suggested by Tim) .
028. This morning, marvel Jukin (as proposed by Marion) .
027. This morning, Jukin ghgahhgegrdrghjgh (as suggested by Tim) .
026. This morning, Jukin is deaf mute (as proposed by Marion) .
025. This morning, walking backwards Jukin (as proposed by Viola) .
024-2. This morning, Jukin are stolen at gunpoint (continued) .
024-1. This morning, Jukin are stolen at gunpoint.
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023. This morning, Jukin wakes up at night.
022. This morning, Jukin killed a hunter.
021. This morning, Jukin decided to highlight his animal side.
020. This morning, Jukin wanted murder.
019. This morning, Jukin has an Indian friend.
018. This morning, Jukin did not rise.
017. This morning, Jukin became rich.
016. This morning, hoarse Jukin for nothing.
015. This morning, Jukin has a headache.
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014. This morning, Jukin has clear ideas.
013. This morning, Jukin sees farther than usual.
012. This morning, Jukin a stomach ache.
011. This morning, Jukin is furious.
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010. This morning, took two Jukin my breakfast.
009. This morning, Jukin is purple.
008. This morning, Jukin tried jumping from his window.
007. This morning, Jukin forgot to open his eyes.
006. This morning, Jukin regained his lost love.
005. This morning, Jukin found a dead ladybug.
004. This morning, Jukin saw her reflection in the mirror.
003. This morning, Jukin remembered yesterday.
002. This morning, Jukin had the urge to come up.
001. This morning, Jukin had the idea to his website collection of meat.

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20. This morning Jukin wanted murder

He wanted to kill. Primal rage, mixed with the mystery of death, he moved the stomach. As they take a human life could do to access a forbidden knowledge to ordinary mortals. Dare kill his neighbor, stand above all as a god among men deciding their fate. Then dip your hands in a living heart to remove all movement. This gesture will not do the idea of this move, enter the quivering flesh and make it inert, confers both total insanity as the absolute vision. This heart stopping his hand in his hand, freeing the pure sense of life. But soon disappeared. The essence of life was in this passage, this time without a period, it is no more.

He rushed into a long tunnel wet. At any time, a bat could spring up and twirl along the cold stones seeping water sewers that flowed above. Consisting of a mixture of different foams, seasoned with a pinch of wet earth and chalk, the fresh smell was not unpleasant. The diffuse light from the tip was relatively smooth and extended, which spared any threatening shadow. Although in the middle of a tunnel, it feels pretty good, as in a cave. Especially a slight hiss hot, like the breathing of a sleeping dragon since the dawn of time, filling the entire volume.

Jukin progressed with a sure and steady. Toward the light. It was only a shadow invisible among the underworld. We did not even notice the rhythm of her steps appeared to be the pulse of this world forgot. Inevitably, he reached the end. Peacefully prepared, he let sell an instant of time. Flowed at his feet as a backwater. He was still in the tunnel and into the living presence, as long as necessary.
It then crosses the creek and going up a staircase, he joined a main artery. A few scattered people were wandering. Jukin met a sad little man. That would be him. He followed him closely for a moment to observe his approach miserable. Under his eyes discovered a hair thin, almost transparent, on top of which a tonsure began to grow. The view was breathtaking.

In one breath, the little man had come down to a tiny creek. We simply could not see from above, they would be quiet. Paralyzed by fear, just a few gurgling skinned came out of the man's throat. Occasionally, a thin film of sea water had the whip, when waves broke over the rock at their feet. Jukin waited no longer. He stuck his blade into the temple of man to his fist. It was he who kept standing. Having removed the little man collapsed. Jukin pounced on him and plunged two fingers into the hole of the knife. Once enlarged enough, there slipped the index and middle fingers of each hand and pulled with all his strength to tear the front of the skull with the face. He threw into the sea
A thin cloud of steam escaped from the cavity while still hot. The brain seemed alive. Jukin rose and gray crushed convolutions with his heel. Meticulously, he reduced while boiling. But he had to do it quickly, then he took his knife and ripped deep into the inert body. After installing the blade, he opened two of his hands cut the sweater, shirt, knitting and finally the skin of his chest. The smell of entrails spread through the air and seagulls already changed direction to them. The heart was still there! Jukin in was horrified.
In his act as unfinished feeling he felt sorry for the man, as his death became meaningless. Fortunately, heart pulsation slowly. Relieved, he placed his hand open just above and waited. When the news arrived contraction, he relaxed his arm forward tense, his fingers wrapped around the heart and grind immediately. Blood was expelled from the gaping hole in the head and probably through the anus. He tore the soft flesh of the body and hanging in his hand. Contemplating a moment informs muscle bleeding, he sent to join the face to the bottom of the ocean.
Then he stepped back and the image of the paradox of life imprinted in him. Before it freezes, he threw the corpse, which fell steeply in waves, swallowed by the foam. Seagulls screamed pouncing where the body had disappeared. Jukin was more innocent. Ever he would be another person.




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19. This morning Jukin has an Indian friend.

The urge to eat a fresh apple market had woken up early. Probably a delicious dream in which the juicy crunch of the forbidden fruit was irresistible. Good mood, so he joined the colorful displays, light flooded the hubbub of many casual visitors. Strolling the way it was rather pleasant, but it took never have time to do so.
So he took advantage. What he found most evident at first glance, it was all these little flashing colored objects. Apparently people were fond of, then it would sell even in the middle of the deli. Jukin loved corners of the market where we could distinguish what was even more to sell, what was not. Besides haggling in correctly, virtually everything was for sale. He succeeded in acquiring the horses for a display that ends earth. Then resold these trestles carrying a small margin. This nest egg in his pocket, he felt it was time to go buy her apple. He crossed

still stands scented, coated with second hand clothes sticky meat blackened by flies but also toys shimmering, shiny candy gluttony. Slalom quiet in the motley crowd and ended with a vaporous premiere seemed clean. His eyes rested on a red apple completely covered with thin black veins: it was his dream. He immediately grabbed
, along with a man on his right. Their hands shot both with the same force and they looked at. Will sponsor a big smile, they fired again. Eyes black man had a joyous brilliance, Jukin was not afraid. It would also send him the same impression when the man shouted: "It's the apple of my dream. "Jukin seized a moment the man advantage. In the same movement he paid for the fruit and began to slowly backwards from. Recovered from the surprise, Jukin approached him and said: "I had the same dream. "While the man was thinking, Jukin studied it. It was the Indian type: dark skin, thick black mustache, mysterious aura. But more strange, the man wearing the traditional costume of Indian of America.

When it realized what was happening, he invited Jukin to follow. Confident, he followed suit. The Indian stopped at the booth of a cutler and offered a small knife travel. The man opened the knife a sharp gesture and looked him straight in the eye. The events became somewhat disturbing, but he kept his relaxation. The Indian then put the apple between the shoulder blades and cut Jukin in the middle. The blade pressed for a moment in his back tickled.
The Indian gave him a half, adding: "I'm Mufid. Jukin accepted it and introduced himself in turn. Then he smiled and swung a kick in the knee. The Indian rushed ashore, holding the joint. He laughed hard before getting up and pretended to exceed Jukin. He then struck him a violent nudge in the tailbone. The brilliance of the impact carried him to the ground. He no longer felt his legs for a moment. When he found his means, he laughs really hard and ran off. Mufid followed him. Incidentally, they overthrew the goods as well as people and disappeared into the stands shifts.
breath, they took refuge in a nearby alley. From there, they decided to launch major air bombs among the crowd. Plus People were jumping, the more they laughed. Finally, they walked slowly, often making fun of exhibitors intoxicated by the sun all day. Just when the last stalls were arranged, Mufid stopped before Jukin and looked him straight in the eye. They smiled sadly. Jukin understood that his friend was leaving and he does not see him again. He could not bring himself to leave the market place, now empty, before the cleaning service did expels nicely. He rejected the moment he had to return home. Because for a moment, he had been alone.

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preparation for his return, Jukin allows you to suggest a title.


Indeed, if I find funny your title and / or intriguing, certainly inspiring
I select to make a direct sequel.
"Wah class, my title became a real Jukin! " The goal of all existence worthy of the name.
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canonical form: "This morning, Jukin ..."

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001 This morning, got the idea Jukin to its website collection of meat.
002 This morning, Jukin had the urge to come up.
003 This morning, Jukin remembered yesterday. 004
This morning Jukin saw her reflection in the mirror.
005 This morning, Jukin found a dead ladybug. 006
This morning Jukin regained his lost love. 007
This morning Jukin forgot to open his eyes.
008 this morning, wanted Jukin jump from his window. 009
This morning Jukin is purple.
010 this morning, took two Jukin my breakfast. 011
This morning Jukin is furious.
012 This morning, Jukin a stomach ache. 013
This morning Jukin sees farther than usual. 014
This morning Jukin has clear ideas. 015
This morning Jukin has a headache. 016
This morning Jukin hoarse for nothing. 017
This morning Jukin became rich. 018
This morning Jukin did not rise.
019. This morning, Jukin has an Indian friend.

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Jukin is on vacation.


This little bastard from 3 months. Hou! Hou! Bourgeois! Sold!
But he returned in October. Ahhhhhh . It gives you time to catch your late reading Jukin.

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18. This morning Jukin did not rise.

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17. This morning Jukin became rich.

He got up early, which was already a good thing. And soon, the desire to write his autobiography came the tease. The first time he had before going to bed. Now he got up, motivated by the idea of sharing her life. However, the effort required to fill a big book discouraged. He needed the return of the public in the early chapters. That's when the first lightning struck his destiny. In a flash, Jukin realized he had to publish his autobiography blog. Still in shorts, he came out and plugged in his computer but functionally obsolete. He still paid Internet subscription!

Soon he published the first article of his life. He was enthusiastic and refreshed the page every minute to see if there were comments. An hour later he would leave when he first discovered: "I arive by Hazar, ms c too bad your thing. lol :-). Depression buried him immediately. He took a bunch of blankets and climbed the stairs to the attic. Above, he wrapped himself in a ball and let slide down. At the bottom of the stairs, he bounces against a small dresser fell over. He left a good 20 minutes in disposing of his refuge cotton and pain.
Half suffocated, he came out and discovered the contents of the drawers spilled onto the ground. He immediately fixed his eyes on a long bright red box. It contained a pencil that had been impregnated his brain. It was no longer the sole possessor of his inner thoughts. Jukin had deliberately trapped there because he was afraid he could write with. Then came the second flash: he would write a blog with a pencil. As a way to exorcise her fear by taking revenge on the poor reception of his blog. It was painful then retype everything, but he felt that extra stuff and just integrate its particular narrative.

He also took advantage of the pencil to add artwork that is scanned, then this new article published. After a pause he munched a pear, it refreshes its reflex Page: 120 comments. He thought immediately of a mistake. He checked several times, there was no error. And this time, no mockery, the comments were enthusiastic. Under the incentive value, he wrote a second book with a second drawing and published them. The reaction was immediate, it passed the 2000 comments. In the aftermath he accepted a contract as t-shirts are edited. It affected only a euro per copy sold, but was very proud. We then rang at his door. Working as a wholesaler computer fan offered him a high-tech equipment brand new. To which a graphics recognition character, allowing him to use his pencil without retyping the text or scan the drawing. The driver identified him and asked him for an autograph in babbling.
Once rid of formalities, Jukin closed the door, all happy. He published his third article. Immediately, his bell reasonable. He opened it to find a television crew who told him he had become the richest inhabitant of the city. 2.3 million T-shirts had already been sold! They wanted to do a story on him. Surprised at the number of attendees for this, he explained the success of his blog and the "buzz. All the writing was moved, the guard at the Producer, to meet the phenomenon. During that installation and that the make-up, he saw the hundred people who strolled home. They began to dig, some were taking pictures of objects with him.

When the interview began, would have been in a cathedral silence of thousands of eyes flickered to Jukin. He began to explain how things happened. The crowd reacts positively when he brought up the discovery of his first comment. They booed by heart the internet anonymously and began to come alive. They applauded his downfall the stairs and cried when he told his first release due in pencil. They jumped frantically to wear their t-shirts as he spoke of the contract. They were warm and gesticulating everywhere. The elbow of a man shoved a table against the wall. The frame and the glass broke ground. Nobody paid any attention and they trampled the glass, their feet bleeding. Jukin had seen everything but could not say anything. The interview then ended. 3 beautiful girls, two brunettes and a blonde headed toward him amid the general crowd. Improvising a party at his house.
Girls complimented by approaching more and more. He felt their perfumes fresh and exciting. The first was the blonde to kneel. She unbuttoned his pants when the other two knelt in turn. Jukin recoiled. They threw themselves on her lower belly, tongue out. It was rejected, and rejected them again suddenly recoiled. His back hit his Viming. Pottery extremely dear to her heart slipped from its mount and exploded on the ground. Jukin yelled suddenly. On tearing vocal froze everyone. The 2nd howl, clearly directed towards the crowd, dissuaded even the most enthusiastic to stay. In an instant he found himself alone in front of the remains of the table, and monitor its Viming forgotten by the team. The show
freshly ironed registered there. He discovered in the screen, the greedy eyes of the 3 girls behind him. Its cathodic him he seemed so trivial that he felt relief suddenly. He mentally relives his hole in the ground. He was so full of prospects colored, translucent geometric shapes that he alone understood. The monitor that was flashing before him now spreading the snow was so empty in comparison. This
life he had not chosen. It was imposed by others. So it did not suit him, he does not please them. He took his pencil carefully slipped into the back pocket of his trousers and pulled on a cap. He got out and walked in the city, avoiding the possible fans who recognized him. Finally, he found what he wanted: a serious man with 3 piece suit, closed face, hair and chin ambitious. Then he offered this life, through the pen, the man who dreamed less fortunate. He advised him to move to get a box of latex gloves. After a happy, Jukin returned to his life, one that did not make waves, those that did not notice, that for which he died.

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16. This morning Jukin hoarse for nothing.
He howls at the window of his residence that he makes his pencil. That the person who did this has stolen some of his life. This pencil was indeed impregnated his brain after spending a day in his ear. It put him even more furious that everyone seemed to ignore it, seemed to mock them. As they saw his life unimportant. And suddenly, a huge swarm of doubt crossed. His eyes widened, his house becomes gigantic. Were they right? His life was it a hole in the ground?

Jukin immediately joined the nearest forest with a shovel on his shoulder. At the park, he stopped in front of a poster. It represented a cast iron flower pot which exceeded two mini legs stiletto heel. He was flabbergasted. This image was to him the exact day of a condensed abstract of his past. As it had been someone to summarize mind a full day. And especially as he had found a way to capture the essence emotional, that in itself kept in his memory. Someone used his pen!

To relax, he whipped out his shovel and pulled on a clod of earth in a hurry. The grass moaning and disfigured. His reaction was a little heartbreaking to actually calmed down when he saw the hole. Was this life? It was hard to believe. This dark featureless him shudder. He continued along the road that borders the forest. From time to time, he cast a glance through the trees on the right. A small car, the windows wide open, the radio background, beyond him. A radio spot advertising the whispered in passing: "This morning, the urge to come up? The epoxy is there balm to free you from your bacteria ... "He stopped in shock. Another of his personal memories had become an advertisement. These people really did not scruple to succeed in selling their crap. They were not even the effort to widen the head, they stole ideas outright.
The largest advertising agency had its headquarters across the forest in fact, he left in a hurry. Arriving near the building, he knelt down and walked along under the windows. He cast a quick glance at the offices to find an employee who wrote with a pencil. The latter seemed surprised at what he wrote. Jukin is concluded that this was his pencil. He also wondered why the man was wearing latex gloves. A mark of respect was moved from people too shabby. But perhaps the fear of an object whose creative substance certainly seemed inhuman. They were unable to realize that their general attitude toward life they closed the doors of creativity and that from the pencil was just normal for an individual with a minimum of openness.

Jukin wasted no time. He threw an explosion over the building. The shock wave was vibrating all the windows of the opposite wall. The employee got mad and joined his colleagues in the hallway. Jukin straightened up and slid the window. He crept softly and checked what was going on in the hallway. The crowd was so great that nobody paid any attention to him. Then he turned to the desktop. His pen was sitting there, casually. It seemed trivial! He grabs it and understood immediately the use of gloves. All along was still fat and creamy his ear wax. He took a glove box, slipped, replaced a pencil on the desk and the same made off by closing the window with her tight little treasure in his palm.
Returning home, he returned to his hole in the ground. He believed there to see this time of distorted perspectives disappear into obscurity. But he did not have time to stop, he was too excited.
In his stay, he gently placed the pencil on the table, engulfed by the same movement in his bathroom, took off the gloves and washed his hands meticulously. Once dry, he carefully drew a blank sheet of the closet and placed it next to the pencil. He sat down opposite. He was fascinated, but it frightened her. He knew beforehand that he would be afraid of the result may be that he would find himself in the presence of his future. The curiosity and excitement drove him to try anyway. He knew then he would lock the double pencil round because he was a coward. But he could not help but grasp it, deliberately this time to enjoy the contact with her and let the wax pencil to form a short sentence: This morning Jukin broke a hunter.

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15. This morning, Jukin has a headache.

It took him like that, you wake up. Yet he had a fleeting impression of having sweet dreams tonight and soothing. He felt not even a bad mood, despite the pain. So it was not a misfortune that caused her psychological disorder. Something, somewhere in his body, was wrong. He sat cross-legged, slow breath and closed his eyes. As it rolls up a pant leg, his mind had turned up in himself. Methodically Jukin traveled throughout his body. He communicated with him intimately. He met his organs one by one, then his bones, his nerves ...
The trance ended a few hours later. Unsatisfactory, the responses were positive. No internal malfunction. He unfolded it, placed it on her bedside table the notebook of notes which had remained on his bed. Indeed, at bedtime, he wanted to write his autobiography. This was a failure, but he quickly found sleep.

An enema may be detailed could solve the problem he said suddenly. He does not procrastinate much longer. Shortly after arriving at the institute, was installed here in a washing machine. He did not know what to expect, we do it had given no instructions. As suddenly as a flash he was immersed in water. And the next moment everything was aspirated. He blinked water. The cycles were so fast and powerful, they allowed him the impression of being fully inflated by the liquid. As this spacing in the least his body was invaded; of his lungs, inside her eyes. Disheveled and after passing through a storm, he was already redeposited on the sidewalk, her headache pain a notch.

Surely stupefied by suffering, he rushed at the corner of the hypnotist. Jukin kept his gaze fixed on the window to his right, because the man sitting behind his desk was too ugly and smelly. This discomfort did worse. The man had huge hands, even the corner of my eye, Jukin noticed. He let them pass along his body, like a scanner organic. The hypnotist was emitting a buzzing simultaneously, it was totally ridiculous. But he decided not to interrupt. With conviction in his voice, between two buzz, he asserted that evil flowed. Jukin laughed a lot, even after paying the sum claimed indecent. So that the suffering was slightly attenuated. For a split second, he wandered to the naivete and wondered if it can be had not worked. Of course, the euphoria has passed, the pain twisted his temples again.

Jukin came home upset. Past the living room window, he saw a pencil. A pencil in the air. He stopped and looked at her reflection in more detail: he had a pencil in his ear. Pressed almost to the gum! He retired once, gently. The pain gradually decreased as the mine went out. Finally relieved, anxiety got into him when he realized the length of a pencil that had spent the day in his brain. He thought for a moment in using it, it might be unconscious write his or her hidden thoughts, or ideas for future. Not feeling well anyway, he put the pencil on the rim of the round window. He went to bed, although it is still profoundly day. He fell asleep immediately. On the bedside table, sat still blank book of his autobiography. But nowhere enough to write it.

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14. This morning, Jukin has clear ideas.

neon tube that has installed a meter above the bed to wake up more quickly, burns with a white light. So strong that he feels it illuminates his thinking. Dark thoughts disappear between the convolutions of his brain. Overall, the alarm is no less brutal. Which gives the impression to vibrate slightly. The transition from deep sleep to an immediate state of consciousness is unpleasant, bad. However, white light in his mind gives birth to joyful and selfless desires. He wants to help an old cross, a child with homework, a deaf and mute to learn sign language.
Lively, he jumped out of bed and went out of his room. In the living room, natural light shining already. However, his brain was no longer suffering the effects of neon. Dark thoughts took the opportunity to resurface with a vengeance and they completely swamped his brain. Jukin stationed himself in his bathroom, and the small hole in the wall on the side, he saw the windows of the building opposite. It was not until then, but could not help himself today. The neighbor came to her bathroom and took off his robe. He took advantage of its smooth curves, hand in the underpants. Then he put in a rush of everyday clothes and joined a street. A skinny little man believe, he struck violently in the face. Weather observed ridiculously slouch on the ground, he stopped in a white neon sign. Photon reached its pure brainpower. The black thoughts flowed back immediately. Jukin rushed into the darkness of an alley perpendicular crouched and wept.

Just before dark thoughts do invade again, he realized he had interrupted a critical balance in him. He absolutely had to restore it. Meanwhile, he had already returned to the main aisle, stole the ice of a small boy just to throw it in the dust, and so violently shot in the heel of an anorexic that she had not only collapsed, but his leg had dislocated his hip. He struggled against his inner darkness him, which seemed beyond his strength. But between a slap at an old wrinkled disabled and a finger in the eye of an innocent, a flash of light was lucid electrocuted his brain: he had to return these selfish thoughts against him.
The first cut in the finger hunting knife was not his, but the intent was there. He then made cuts on the backs of hands, it was on track. The second finger sliced
was not hers either. Unfortunately random bystanders were the expenses of its reluctance to self-harm. He passed a rope around his neck and shook vigorously. His skin was torn to friction of the fiber. The balance began to recover. But he had to do something symbolic redeemer, a gift of himself to earn the full return to calm.
he cut his little finger of his left hand. It cracked like a raw carrot under the blade. The gesture net specific cauterized the wound instantly. He felt nothing, the pain was irrelevant. Slowly, he regained his way home. His eyes fluttered, her body automatically advanced. Arrived in his bedroom, he climbed on his bed, and picked up immediately unplugged neon.