Random shit i found on the internet... and liked pt4

an all-alcholic- dancing, fucking war machine
who can beat that.
screw the 300 this is the real deal


Hear the language of the woods
Seek the treasures of the hidden realm
You enchant us with your loving smile
May the magic ever dance in your heart


Шел я лесом, видел беса,
Бес картошечку варил.
Котелок на х** повесил,
А из жопы дым валил.


during the Crusades the Polish Prince Leszek the White explained to the Pope that Polish knights could not participate in the crusades because there was no mead (honey wine) in Palestine.


"we're strong and witty, not girly and pretty, and girls do not care when we treat them all shitty" C.


The trembling bowstring of a drawn bow
Pounding in the moonlight, your heart
The beauty of a sharpened blade
Thy profile looks very much like that sword point. [1]
Lurking in the sadness and anger
The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits
Only the spirits, only the spirits..


cante' waste' hoksila ake istimba, hanhepi kin waste'


Gura mise tha fo éislean
Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'éirigh



Never Give All The Heart
William Butler Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream



Sultan's letter to the Cossacks:

As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the Sun and Moon; grandson and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians—I command you, the Zaporozhian Cossacks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks.


—Turkish Sultan Mehmed IV



Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!

Thou art a turkish imp, the damned devil's brother and friend, and a secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight art thou that cannot slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou a son of a bitch wilt not ever make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.

Thou art the Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian villain, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, a fool before our God, a grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!

So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. Thou wilt not even be herding Christian pigs. Now we shall conclude, for we don't know the date and don't have a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year in the book, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!

Koshovyi Otaman Ivan Sirko, with the whole Zaporozhian Host




So, these texts were collected over 5-6 years, fogotten, rediscovered (most of my other, unpublished, are but memories, or not worthy of gracing the spiders web lest they be misunderstood, or i simply dont feel like posting them)

What is blogging about anyways? blah blah blah :D