/lit/ - Literature

>>22891191
Still haven't found a name for the genre, but maximalism and irony are major parts of it. If you look at How to Bomb the U.S. Gov't it's stylistically very different from how &amp looks/looked (and is actually pretty impressive), though I think they've got similar roots, especially when it comes to the maximalism and irony.

&amp comes more from the web design side of things, from the fad of deliberately obtuse and overfull webpages trying to mock a late 1990s, early 2000s style of bad web design (think Geocities in the past, and look to Neocities or lampbylit.com/elite/ for the 2010s fad; otherwise picture flashing, overlapping elements, coolfonts.com-esque text features, and gaudy custom cursors; this is currently the domain of the "quirky", like furries and MtF shut-ins). Ryan's inspiration in particular goes back to mid 2010s Facebook groups dedicated to the early-internet shitty HTML and mock-hacker/sys-admin lingo. In terms of magazine design, there's one from the mid 2010s called K-Hole that might be the stylistic grandpa of &amp, maximalist but not in the web clutter-y way of &amp.

I'd also bet there's a link to the style of album artwork used by people like Lil Ugly Mane. His earlier rap album art has very specific inspiration, "an homage to No Limit Records album covers" according to someone on /mu/. But again, I think it's part of a 2010s movement of maximalist, ironic design. He's also got a zine that was coupled with one of his releases, which I has similarities to Sam Hyde's stuff, being full of bad-on-purpose, gross-out writing and art.

>inb4 abluh-abluh you don't know what you're talking about abluh-abluh
>you're no creative abluh
Keep pissing your pants, my girl.

>>22891617
>abluh-abluh

>>19121099

>>14275571
Yes, particularly Lil Ugly Mane. He makes references to tons of /lit/ shit but I'll let his work speak for itself.

>Uneven Compromise First Verse
Enter my chamber you never will leave
Festering bodies will cover the streets
Satanic prophecies, Christian hypocrisy
Bury me deep in the filth and disease
Open my mind and then hammer it closed
Into the darkness I'm strangled and choked
Tracing the patterns and numbers in smoke
Blood on my dagger from enemies throats
Crucify ghosts in a frozen abyss
Ocean of planets in total eclipse
Nowhere I wander wherever I drift
Using a razor to open my wrists
My body is vacant, my soul is enslaved
To a hatred as ancient as day and night
Ladder of Jacob, the devil awakened
In hell I created, I pray tonight
>Second Verse
Same wolf from that folklore
Drinking blood right out of that that goat horn
I'm post-mortem, these boys want war
I transport 'em, right to Hell
In a trance when I write the spell
Leave the blood on my hands cause I like the the smell
In the death business, you the clientele
Motherfuckers can't win cause I'm trying to fail
Flesh is the fabric that covers my robes
Blood is the matter that built up my throne
Nothing but shadows, I'm waiting alone
Deep in my coffin, I call it my home
Cowering and broken
I'm a victim of my evil deeds
But I don't need your sympathy
I'm comfortable in misery


>Grave within a Grave(Oblivion Access)
From the inside of my corpse, 30 seconds is like a century
Imprisoned in necrotic flesh
Cognizant beyond my death
Paralyzed and frozen in this carnal penitentiary
Lucidly projecting hellish spectres
Ghoulish architecture, enveloped
In a darkness far beyond my mind can measure
Suffocating violent pressure
It just goes on forever, are these electro-
Magnetic hallucinations?
Is this everybody's afterlife or something I've created?
Abandoned and dismissed in a flaccid
Impotence with the cold illumination that I no longer exist
In a grave within a grave
It was the first time I prayed, no one
There to tell me that I shouldn't be afraid
Falling endlessly deeper, yet immobile and still
In this infinite aethyr washing over
My filth, neither angels or reapers or ghosts were fulfilled
Just a cavity to soak up my guilt
In my depravity, the flowers
Up above me wilting down so they can laugh at me
To think we spend our lives
Convinced we understand agony, a familiar
Voice: "He's finally at peace"
Shrieking through the silence to remind me I'm deceased
I tried to answer but the dead can't
Speak, the biggest prison in the world's underground six feet

He has a weird philosophy with his music where he prefers to stay a recluse and underground(think pynchon). Released a book/booklet as well but I'm struggling to find it. His most recent album is more personal and i'm assuming autobiographical more story telling than anything, and hes been to the ward a few times which is pretty /lit/ if you ask me.