#2 2012-07-16 09:34:33
That was worth the read.
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#3 2012-07-16 10:21:27
It's a valid observation but if grammar is fashion, eubonics is like being clothed in feces.
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#4 2012-07-16 14:10:03
Or, you could treat language like a science. Acknowledge that previous "fashions" have been early attempts at precision and that changes can be accepted or rejected based on how well they reflect the overall goal of language: precision and power to express. Granted, English, as a mongrel language, is already handicapped by the inheritance of multiple, conflicting rules of grammar, pronunciation and definition. Lacking even a gender identifier, precision suffers and our system of vowel usage is positively criminal.
But I'm with opsec. I rank eubonics right up there with Cockney rhyming slang and Classic Valley Girl as affectations, not a true language.
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#5 2012-07-16 18:51:25
Mutha fuckas think you be so fuckin fancy wit all yur fancy word typins. Fuck dat.
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#6 2012-07-16 19:05:31
tl; dr
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#7 2012-07-17 00:32:59
big black bitch wrote:
Mutha fuckas think you be so fuckin fancy wit all yur fancy word typins. Fuck dat.
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#8 2012-07-17 05:01:03
English is a big-hipped whore with millions of milky tits and a soft, wet, hairy cunt the size of the mouth of the Amazon. Like any whore, you have to beat English regularly and fuck her often and hard. All of this discussion about fashions in grammar doesn't mean shit to English - there is only diction, syntax and the river of endless juice that flows from between her thighs - plastic but structurable, every flavour imaginable - let's call it Flow.
If you don't have access to Flow, you can simulate it by obeying some standard grammatical algorithms (as long as you have an idea or two). But if you're chosen to be privy to the depthiest deeps of English's mellifluous muff, then you live two naked language-lives at once - one bound by her side with rope (for she does have rules, but they're hers, not the parson's); the other free - to spend your life roaming back and forth in time, drinking the words that drip from her tits (in more creamy abundance than any language has ever known); twisting the meanings and inter-relations of her phonemes, words and phrases like a horny teenager with a handful of moist blonde (or red) pubic hair. More than any other language, English likes it rough, it's what she's used to, it's how she grew big and strong. Beat her, fuck her, choke her, spit on her, piss down her throat, make her suck your farts, eat your shit and gargle your cum - but at the end of the day, when you're both tired and covered in filth, kiss her on the mouth and fuck her one more time.
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