“True kings don’t give out their armies for cunts.”
“We—we didn’t take Cliffhelm. Ravinger’s training outpost there was
full of soldiers. We never even breached the walls before they were on us.”
One of Fulke’s guards curses, Fulke’s fists tightening at his sides.
“You’re saying my entire division was taken out?”
The messenger hesitates. “Yes, Your Majesty, and…”
King Fulke picks up one of the ink bottles and sends it hurtling against
the wall, the glass shattering, ink splattered and dripping. “And what?”
Fulke fumes. “Spit it out!”
Something is wrong here. Very, very wrong. They were celebrating.
Their plan was victorious. My brows pull together in a frown as my mind
whirls. What happened between then and now? How could such
misinformation be passed to the kings earlier? Or is this soldier lying? But
if so...for what purpose?
The messenger grips the hilt of his sword tighter under the scowl of his
king, and I’m not the only one who notices. “What are you doing, soldier?”
King Fulke’s guard asks, tone heavy with suspicion as he reaches for his
own blade.
But the messenger isn’t looking at him. He’s not even looking at Fulke.
He’s looking at Midas.
My body coils with tension, my instincts blaring at me that something
terrible is about to happen, but I have no idea what.
“Explain to me how we were told that we took Cliffhelm this morning,
only for you to now inform me that my men were all slaughtered!” Fulke
snarls. “Tell me how Ravinger’s men were able to overtake both my
soldiers and Midas’s without us knowing!”
Fulke’s guards close in on the messenger, like a pack of wolves sniffing
out a traitor. A liar.
But they’re closing in on the wrong man.
The messenger tilts his chin up, a proud stance widening his feet even
as resignation flashes in his eyes. “They didn’t overtake King Midas’s men.
Because Midas’s army never
So calm, so professional Eve1000Kitap
Bush:
Unless they're bald, all cunts are bushes.
Down there
This odd phrase is used by parochial school girls,
who learn it from the nuns. Don't confuse it with
Australia, which is called *down under."
example:
Eve: G'day, mate. Would you like to
touch me down there?
Adam: In Australia?
Eve: Not in the continent, you silly
wanker! In the cunt!
We will know that we are free when the pornography no longer exists. As long as it does exist, we must understand that we are the women in it: used by the same power, subject to the same valuation, as the vile whores who beg for more.
The boys are betting on our compliance, our ignorance, our fear. We have always refused to face the worst that men have done to us. The boys count on it. The boys are betting that we cannot face the horror of their sexual system and survive. The boys are betting that their depictions of us as whores will beat us down and stop our hearts. The boys are betting that their penises and fists and knives and fucks and rapes will turn us into what they say we are—the compliant women of sex, the voracious cunts of pornography, the masochistic sluts who resist because we really want more. The boys are betting. The boys are wrong.
Within this system, the only choice for the woman has been to embrace herself as whore, as sexual wanton or sexual commodity within phallic boundaries, or to disavow desire, disavow her body. The most cynical use of women has been on the Left—cynical because the word freedom is used to capture the loyalties of women who want, more than anything, to be free and who are then valued and used as left-wing whores: collectivized cunts. The most cynical use of women has been on the Right—cynical because the word good is used to capture the loyalties of women who want, more than anything, to be good and who are then valued and used as right- wing whores: wives, the whores who breed.
HESAPLAŞMA GÜNÜ ~Elliot Rodger
Ay sonuna doğru annem Maddy ile Mo Humpreys'i akşam yemeğine davet etti. Annem eski dostu Mo ile yeniden ilişki kurmuştu. Maddy, aynı UCSB öğrencileri gibi sürekli eğlence peşinde koşan, şımarık ve delişmen öğrencileriyle ünlü USC'den yeni mezun olmuştu. Ben UCSB'ye "University of California's Spoiled Brats" [California Şımarık Veletler Üniversitesi] adını taktığım gibi, USC'yi de "University of Spoiled Cunts" [Şımarık xmcxklar Üniversitesi] diye adlandırıyordum. Dâhice takma adlar! Maddy bize gelmeden önce Facebook sayfasına bir göz attım ve onun kadınlarda tiksinti duyduğum her şeyi üzerinde topladığını fark ettim. Maddy, güzel ve sarışın ateşli yosmalardan, halis kaltaklardan oluşan kız arkadaş grubuyla sürekli âlem yapan, herkesin tanıdığı şımarık bir USC kızıydı.Profilindeki fotoğraflara bakınca nefretim daha da arttı. Hepsi popüler, sefa içinde yaşayan, beni ciğeri beş para etmez aşağılık biri gibi görecek kendini beğenmiş kızların fotoğraflarıydı. Bu kızlar benim düşmanlarımdı. Bu dünyaya uygun olmayan her şeyi temsil ediyorlardı. Maddy benim Amerika'daki ilk kız arkadaşımdı. Çocukken onunla oynardım. Şimdi ise düşmanım. Şımarık, iğrenç, kötü yürekli kız arkadaşlarına birer birer yapacağım gibi ona da işkence etmek ve derisini yüzmek düşüncesi hoşuma gidiyordu. Bize akşam yemeğine geldiğinde koltuk değneklerimle topallayarak gelip onu selamladım ama yemek boyunca sessiz kaldım.
Well, ah choose no tae choose life.If the cunts cannae handle that,it's their fuckin problem !!
