/lit/ - Literature

"The cultural flip is in, it's happening right now, it's been happening for decades, bit by bit, the slippery slope which becomes more intense and shifts more violently the further we sink. You are the ones being skinned now. Skinned alive. The shade of death under your eyes, a missed meal, you've been getting sick. They say it was your privilege, and you, not knowing where to begin have thought about it now, and you say, "Well, I guess it is so".
To speed up the collapse and welcome it in, this is what we are here for now. We've all been in bondage since the 45th, and that silver screen which is invading your dreams has you, and me. With posters on your wall which you look to when attempting to stand tall, it has decorated your thought, now you think in their terms when you talk. They have you working for whips, though different lashes. It is the greatest perpetual myth. And you turn on the television. Gold chains upon the slaves who own you now. Not today, I don't want to stay awake, but you've been sleeping for the past decade. What is there left for you anymore? So you sit back, wait for the tide, let it all slide, you were born but you already died."

What the fuck did he mean by this?

All you of you idiots here will never so much as produce a mediocre work for you have never felt hunger rip you apart and make its way through you. Your works are all jokes in an endless sea of comedy stretching far back behind the curtain of which has been controlled by enemy forces for longer than an age. The lifestyle you seek is aesthetic emptiness and it will never so much as grant you that. You have no grit, no fire, no combustion within you that allows you to overcome, for you there is nothing to overcome. You are wasting your time. The hill in which you envision yourself over does not exist and the space you occupy rots from your ill intentions, and personified stench. What do you seek here but vain pursuits and extended vanity? You will die a thousand times over, and then die once more recounting all of these.
I have warned you now, and so do as you will, feel how you feel, within you no keel, what are you but a meal, some of us have eyes that heal.