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.
(next Jukin November 9)
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.
(next Jukin November 9)
