Sunday, May 31, 2009

Miami Crusing Spots For Guys



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.

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