haha thanks bro. joel was pretty crazy about changing the cover, I gota figure out how that one looks irl... might need to change it back
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it had another cover?? (im talking about the french book)
lol at the covers.
cover this bitcjk.
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nice watermark, bruh
the one blinkandwheeze posted is one of the best covers ive seen. the palestinian one i posted in the reading thread was fairly fuckin best as well.
i like the bndub one but i dont feel like it expresses the pure cisgbigotry of the novel itself
someone replied to my review of your book with this:
And just who are these women who you claim to know, who don't believe that the author is a man because of the way he writes about sexual assault? Why haven't they left reviews? I'm a woman and a rape survivor, and I found his depiction of sexual assault misogynistic and disturbingly unrealistic. It doesn't sound like a woman's description of sexual assault; it sounds like a rapist's assumptions about the way he hopes and expects a woman feels about sexual assault. Just to see if I was the only one who had that reaction, I read the scene to several women I know who have survived sexual assault, and they felt the same way about it.
Orgasms during rape aren't unheard of, and feelings of guilt (and questioning whether it was "really" rape) are common among women who have survived sexual assault, but Christy writes about it in such a way that it comes across as a sadistic parody of the experience of being raped. I think the author is an extremely sick man and I'm disturbed by the fact that you think his portrayal of sexual assault is remotely realistic.
And just who are these women who you claim to know, who don't believe that the author is a man because of the way he writes about sexual assault? Why haven't they left reviews? I'm a woman and a rape survivor, and I found his depiction of sexual assault misogynistic and disturbingly unrealistic. It doesn't sound like a woman's description of sexual assault; it sounds like a rapist's assumptions about the way he hopes and expects a woman feels about sexual assault. Just to see if I was the only one who had that reaction, I read the scene to several women I know who have survived sexual assault, and they felt the same way about it.
Orgasms during rape aren't unheard of, and feelings of guilt (and questioning whether it was "really" rape) are common among women who have survived sexual assault, but Christy writes about it in such a way that it comes across as a sadistic parody of the experience of being raped. I think the author is an extremely sick man and I'm disturbed by the fact that you think his portrayal of sexual assault is remotely realistic.
that same bro is the one who left that other kew review
when the movie adaptation of fuck and destroy comes out i hope tpaine gets to be an extra who says the titular line
a question the wise: is criticizing christ christy for writing about rape orgasms anything like criticizing quentin tarantino for saying nigger?
From the author of Hooked: Write Fiction That Grabs Readers at Page One & Never Lets Them Go
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the cover isn't page one wtf??!
idk nigga but ill say it if it means i can get as famous as QT
Say ninja U fuck
come on Impinger. say it.
Say ninja`
MadMedico posted:From the author of Hooked: Write Fiction That Grabs Readers at Page One & Never Lets Them Go
"William Faulkner on steroids or Hannibal Lector on meth"
i hate this shit
John Christy: like Celine on cough syrup or Houellebecq on jenkem
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
"like Orson Scott Card on Valium" - Deborah Burgschnitzl, Orlando Bee-Sentinal-Post
"like Orson Scott Card on Valium" - Deborah Burgschnitzl, Orlando Bee-Sentinal-Post
The Holy Quran
"like the Bible on crack!" - Fareed Zakariah
"like the Bible on crack!" - Fareed Zakariah
The Federal Reserve's new 10 dollar bill
"like a 20 dollar bill....on weeeeeed" - Bill O'Rielly
"like a 20 dollar bill....on weeeeeed" - Bill O'Rielly
He had removed his glasses and let them rest on his forehead, propped - w4m - 24 (Logan Square)
His shirts were flannel and fitted and his shoes were meant for shredding. Midwestern fit him like a glove, and for this she was repelled and intrigued. He used title case with elusive discretion in all his correspondence, and held animosity towards those who could grow beards.
He exuded great confidence; he wielded condescension with skill, but it would always be an act.
someone spent 15 minutes writing that and finished off downright euphoric hahahaj
baby's first cadence
thats' boo'ful
Avril reclined on the settee, closely watching the smoke from her cigarette twirl listlessly upwards in a spiral, touch the ceiling, then disappear into nonexistence. She blew a bit of air through her lips, and the smoke went into a chaotic frenzy, twisting and writhing through the air, then stopping, and resuming its former pattern. Avril watched it for a while, all the time never taking a breath of the smoke, simply resigned to observing its ways.
The ancient clock on the mantle struck two. Avril little heeded it, although it was two o'clock at night. She waited a few more minutes, and then, tearing her eyes from the cigarette, she smashed it into a nearby ashtray and got up from her position. Walking over to the window, she looked out into the moonlit night.
The moon was a bright white, full and radiant, and the sky was an unbroken stretch of black, scattered here and there with stars. Fog clung close to the sides of buildings and streets, so that one could barely see in front of oneself. The wind was almost completely quiet, except for tickling a couple of wind chimes lightly, just to break the all-encompassing silence that hung about the night, giving it a restless, eerie mood.
The ancient clock on the mantle struck two. Avril little heeded it, although it was two o'clock at night. She waited a few more minutes, and then, tearing her eyes from the cigarette, she smashed it into a nearby ashtray and got up from her position. Walking over to the window, she looked out into the moonlit night.
The moon was a bright white, full and radiant, and the sky was an unbroken stretch of black, scattered here and there with stars. Fog clung close to the sides of buildings and streets, so that one could barely see in front of oneself. The wind was almost completely quiet, except for tickling a couple of wind chimes lightly, just to break the all-encompassing silence that hung about the night, giving it a restless, eerie mood.
That was very good but i would change alot of very many things.
s-s-s-such ... ennui... *wipes tear from cheek, gets on skateboard, but then just stands there helplessly*
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I wrote a book too but its really bad and I'm not going to publish it :![](http://media.rhizzone.net/forum/img/smilies/net.gif)
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tpaine posted:aerdil posted:
s-s-s-such ... ennui... *wipes tear from cheek, gets on skateboard, but then just stands there helplessly*
From it was born "Sk8ter Boi"
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Crow posted:what-was-i-supposed-to-do
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tpaine do you listen to uyd