/lit/ - Literature

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>>17889177

>E.R Eddison

This is going to be fun because he's already writing in Elizabethan.

Meano - Ayo, what's good, Soulcratease?
Soulcratease - What's poppin'?
Meano - Nun much, my nigga.
Soulcratease - Nah, nigga. I'm axing "poppin'" is?
Meano - Shit, don't you know?
Soulcratease - Fuck if I know.
Meano - "what's poppin'?" gotta be 'notha way of sayin' "what's good?"
Soulcratease - What's good, Meano?
Meano - Now youse got it.
Soulcratease - Nah, nigga. I dunno what's good, so how da fuck am I boutta know what's poppin'. Ya feel?
Meano - Yea, I feel ya.
Soulcrates - So dey not da same shit? Or you ain't gotta clue?
Meano - Youse right.
Soulcrates - So, what's poppin' ain't what's good?
Meano - Man, you know it.
Soulcrates - I ain't know shit. All I know is you be spitting lies, nigga. First you be tellin' me dey the same and shit, next you sayin' they not.
Meano - Fuck, my bad.

>>17889177
If David Foster Wallace wasn’t such a coward he’d have written the whole of Infinite Jest in Ebonics. And I’d have loved it

>Ayo Shawty! Good gahd damn bitch! It hot as ass out der!
>Oh now you gonna tell me you shouldunna gone out in dat mid day fuckin heat? I told you that we Fremen niggas do play with that sizzly ass fireball in the sky!
>Sheeit woman, you finna tell me about sizzlin'? My balls be sizzlin' like some hushpuppies in a fryer!
>Well don't you think about takin' off that gimp suit, negro. You know you gotta keep your stank way down in that ass crack
>Woman you think I'm some alley cat nigga? I need a shower and some fuckin' eats. Jus' cos I got that black skin don' mean I just crisp up nice in the fuckin' sun. Fix me a plate woman!
>I fix you a fuckin' bitch slap across that tan line covered ass, nigga. They say negroes got rhythm? I'll kick yo' ass out the 'thopter and then that rhythm can bring ma boi Shai Hulud up on you and teach you the manners yo' mama di'int. Call ME woman one more time and Imma make them wormy braids o' yours look as shrivelled as ya dick in front of that sandworm fuckin' around out there, I swear da gahd!

>>17889177
Egyptian book of the Dead except we wuz actually kings

>>17889177
If Tolkien wasn’t such a coward he’d have written the whole of Lord of the Rings in Ebonics. And I’d have loved it

>Nora, my BITCH be fartin' shieet your farts smelly, damn. lemme jus' sniff them ahh your shit be pungent makin nigga beg for them damn

>>17890708
Lawd uh da Rangs

wardine be cry

>>17890509
>>17890674
kek

>>17890525
Here anon I made this edit for you just now.

>>17889177
>Faulkner
Oh God.

>>17890774
Do it

>>17890770
Thankyou, I will cherish your work always.

a nig’ gon’ die or he’ain’t, sheit I be trippin’

>>17889177
Shaft by John Shaft

>hemmingway
I skeet in ya milk

>>17891248
This post was more effort than plebs itt realise

>>17891331
explain it then

>>17891352
Ebonic “To be or not to be” in iambic pentameter with the same inversion of the fourth foot and additional unstressed syllable at the end

>>17891480
I's finna, or I's don't finna, real shiet..

It be ya own niggas

>>17890509
soulcratease got me

>>17890509

>>17889177
i don´t know because i´m reading Politics by Aristotle, maybe like that scene from the wire when they´re teaching how to play chess

>>17890509
https://youtu.be/QT13kk8HDDo

Share da liquor my brotha jubal

i happen to be reading Ulysses. no appreciable difference.

>>17890731
Yo


What's it doin'?! Stupid, fat hobbit! You ruins it!

What's ta ruin? There's hardly any meat on dem. What we's need be uh few pimp-tight taters.

What's "taters", precious? What's "taters", eh?

Po-ta-toes! Boil em, mash em, stick 'em in a stew. Lovely big golden chips wif a nice piece o' fried fish. Even you couldn't say nahh to dat.

Oh yeea , we could! Spoiling nice fish! Give it to us raw, an' wriggling! You keep nasty chips!

You're hopeless. in the hood

>kurt vonnegut
"it be like that sometimes"

>>17893620
kek

Yo It wuz da bomb o' times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. Don' make me come ova there bitch...

>>17895158
Based

We was sittin' there watchin' the stage. Waitin' for the man they called Coltrane to come out and do his thing. It was me and my four droogs. Them bein' Peter, Georgio and Dim; Dim being really Dim.

'Round an hour'd passed and the place was packed straight through to the back. I'd just dropped some dollars for 'Trane's Giant Steps six months back. Now was the time, this was the place. The Village Vanguard. New York City. 1961.

I was only there for the first night, see, but them cats at Impulse! just made my life complete. They put out four CDs of all that sound 'Trane put out those nights. But you know my type, man. Can't afford to eat, let alone spend some heavy cash on music. So I only got the essential. Live at the Village Vanguard: The Master Takes is one disc, makin' it one-fourth the cost of the box set. And you only get the best stuff.

Man, the opening beauty of "Spiritual..." It's like a dream I had: I floated on the River Nile, smokin' some fresh weed, relaxin'. But I ain't ever gonna see the Nile anyhow. This track's as close as I come, and it's close enough. Best of the best, though, has gotta be "India." It's only when you listen to a perfect old jazz tune like this that you realize how much drum-n-bass is derived from this music. 'Trane takes it to heaven and back with some style, man. Some richness, daddy. It's a sad thing his life was cut short by them jaws o' death.

Shit, cat. It don't make a difference. The man produced enough good music to last me a lifetime. This Village Vanguard thing's just another example of the genius of Coltrane.

>I’mma sick pimp.... I be a pimp full of spite. I ain’t a good lookin pimp either. I be thinkin my liver fucked too. Ion kno wht the doctor woulda been said or whas even up with me. I aint finna call one up tho even tho I be fuckin wit doctahs on the reg. I be on my superstitious bullshit tho n you kno thats how them boys roll. nah the reason I aint hit em up’s cuz I ain’t be fuckin wit em. You prolly don’t understand white boy. On God bruh I do it cuz I’m heated. I be mad aware that it dont bother a motherfuckin doctor if I don’t pull up. I be more aware than any nigga that my anna only hurtin me but I still be too heated to be pullin up to a motherfuckin bitchass doctor. I kno my liver fucked but fuck it bruh.

>It been like this for 20 bruh. I just hit 40 years old bruh. I aint even workin for the big dogs like I used to been. I was a fuck nigga back then too n I was fuckin wit it. I wasnt even been takin niggas money on the sly. I was just tryna get all up in a niggas headspace for the fuck of it nawmean?

>>17889177
>Plotinus
So me wuz sayin' dat bitch Plato wuz talkin' shit and da soul ain't no cut, you can't cut that shit like a fine piece of nigga ass on a stick ya know mmmh? Da soul ain't simply not cutty-cut and that's all, it's beyond that, it's made that way, like, listen nigga, a bitch is born and by nature she finna suck a big nigga cock, ain't it right? And it's the same for da soul, it's made so and ya can't cut it because it's the soul, it's somethang inside the shit, not something that some nigga looks and thinks "oh yes this shit can't be cut" no nigga it's by DEFINITION, that a big word brotha, the soul is the shit tha can't be cut inside a nigga.

All da hood be divided into three blocks, one of which the B squad be chillin at, the Aquitani niggas another, those who in their own language are called SOOWOO, in ours dumb niggas, the third. All these be different from each other in slang, nikes and bitches. The river Garonne separates the dumb niggas from the Aquitani niggas; the Marne and the Seine separate them from the B squad. Of all these, the B squad be the realest niggas, because they be furthest from the burbs and blingbling of our hood, and crack dealas least frequently be sellin to them, and import those things which tend to make niggas pussies; and they are the nearest to the G squad, who be kicken it beyond the Rhine, with whom they are continually waging drive bys; for which reason the Helvetii niggas also surpass the rest of the dumb niggas in valour, as they contend with the G squad in almost daily drive bys, when they either repel them from their own territories, or themselves wage drive bys on they blocks.

>>17897757
>the B squad be the realest niggas
My sides

>>17897757
>and they are the nearest to the G squad, who be kicken it beyond the Rhine, with whom they are continually waging drive bys
KEK

Stately, thicc Buck Mulattogang came down the stairhead, holdin two numer nines on which weed and some papers lyin crossed.

>>17889177
What is up with American's not being able to deal with accents.

Holla at ya boy Ishmael, ahm outchea!

>>17889177
The man spat like sum real ass nigga

>>17891248
You win

Yo man,.theres some fake shit, and then theres some real fake shit, and then theres some shit so fake it ain't even real anymore. Yo, like, you go to fuckin' burgerkang and get a sammich and y'know how that shit used to be when yo uncle would be out grillin' n' before that it was when massa kill'd a fuckin' cow n' shit? Well, burgerkang is that shit that so fake it ain't even real now, shit but it's so real now it's super real, know what I'm sayin'? Like, this fake shit so fake it goes all super sayan n' shit and fuckin' flips round all super real and shit. Like, you only know burgerkang, burgerkang is the only real you know, y'know? You ain't ever been to a cook out, you ain't ever killed no cow, all you know is burgerkang. That fake shit so fake it's real.

>>17891248
Which book?