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.
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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