>The Epstein List isn't real you stupid chud!

What did Stephen King mean by this?

>>212776300 (OP)
It means it is fake, and he is on it.

>>212776300 (OP)
We don't need a list who is in it, we need a list on who is NOT in it.

>>212776300 (OP)
Stop noticing the odd behaviour of children in his novels.

>>212776300 (OP)
>King hates trump
>Trump does something to paint himself as a target
>King does an opposite and backs up trump
I dunno UNDERSTANDO

>>212776300 (OP)
It's funny how this is the only he time he has ever sided with Trump

>>212776300 (OP)
>"OH MY GOD OFFICER PLEASE HELP THERE'S A BUNCH OF KIDS RUNNING TRAIN ON THIS GIRL"
>"OH FUCK THE FAT ONE IS TAKING OFF HIS PANTS HELP"
>"I'M AN INTERDIMENSIONAL MONSTER NOT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL PEDO GET ME OUTTA HERE"

>>212777026
>NOT AN INTERDIMENSIONAL PEDO
The monster creeped off the kids sometimes with some sexual shit.
Now, It probably doesnt give a shit about sex, but scar(r)ing the children was his thing
one could say that It was a decent representation of a pedo who wants to hurt children more than he wants to fuck them

>Eddie comes to her first, because he is the most frightened. He comes to her not as her friend of that summer, or as her brief lover now, but the way he would have come to his mother only three or four years ago, to be comforted; he doesn’t draw back from her smooth nakedness and at first she doubts if he even feels it. He is trembling, and although she holds him in the darkness is so perfect that even this close she cannot see him; except for the rough cast he might as well be a phantom
>“What do you want?” he asks her
>“You have to put your thing in me,” she says
>He tries to pull back but she holds him and he subsides against her
>“Bevvie, I can’t do that. I don’t know how"
>“I think it’s easy. But you’ll have to get undressed.” She thinks about the intricacies of managing cast and shirt, first somehow separating and then rejoining them, and amends, “Your pants, anyway”
>“No, I can’t!”. But she thinks part of him can, and wants to, because his trembling has stopped and she feels something small and hard which presses against the right side of her belly
>“You can,” she says, and pulls him down

>>212778287
>The surface beneath her bare back and legs is firm, clayey, dry. The distant thunder of the water is drowsy, soothing. She reaches for him. There is a moment when her father intervenes, harsh and forbidding, and then she closes her arms around Eddie’s neck, her smooth cheek against his smooth cheek, and as he tentatively touches her small breasts she sighs and thinks for the first time, This is Eddie, and she remembers a day in July — could it only have been last month? — when no one else turned up in the Barrens but Eddie, and he had a whole bunch of little Lulu comic books and they read together for most of the afternoon, Little Lulu looking for beebleberries and getting in all sorts of crazy situations. It had been fun. She thinks of birds; in particular of the grackles and starlings and crows that come back in the spring, and her hands go to his belt and loosen it, and he says again that he can’t do that; she tells him that he can, she knows he can, and what she feels is not shame or fear now but a kind of triumph
>“Where?” he says, and that hard thing pushes urgently against her inner thigh
>“Here,” she says
>“Bevvie, I’ll fall on you!” he says, and she hears his breath start to whistle painfully
>“I think that’s sort of the idea,” she tells him and holds him gently and guides him. He pushes forward too fast and there is pain. Ssssss! — she draws her breath in, her teeth biting at her lower lip and thinks of all the birds again, the spring birds, lining the roofpeaks of houses, taking wing all at once under low March clouds.
>“Beverly?” he says uncertainly. “Are you okay?”
>“Go slower,” she says. “It’ll be easier for you to breathe.” He does move more slowly, and after a while his breathing speeds up but she understands this is not because there is anything wrong with him

>>212778332
>The pain fades. Suddenly he moves more quickly, then stops, stiffens, and makes a sound — some sound. She senses that this is something for him, something extraordinarily, special, something like… like flying. She feels powerful: she feels a sense of triumph rise up strongly within her. Is this what her father was afraid of? Well he might be! There was power in this act, all right, a chain-breaking power that was blood-deep. She feels no physical pleasure, but there is a kind of mental ecstasy in it for her. She senses the closeness. He puts his face against her neck and she holds him. He is crying. She holds him. And feels the part of him that made a connection between them begin to fade. It is not leaving her exactly; it is simply fading, becoming less. When his weight shifts away she sits up and touches his face in the darkness
>“Did you?”
>“Did I what?”
>“Whatever it is. I don’t know, exactly.”
>He shakes his head — she feels it with her hand against his cheek
>“I don’t think it was exactly like... you know, like the big boys say. But it was… it was really something.” He speaks low, so the others can’t hear. “I love you, Bevvie.”

>>212778287
>>212778332
>>212778428
hot

Hes always been a creep and into kids. The list better come out and expose these faggots

>>212780117
King is one guy you would assume had been there but isn't actually listed in the flight logs
almost every other deranged Trump hater has been (De Niro, Kimmel, two of the cunts from
the View, etc). Even Bernie went there lol.

>>212780234
having said that, there are certainly other ways one could have travelled to that island other than taking Epstein's jet there