With(IN)Sanity - Complete

Jack is sailing off the coast of Australia, searching for new lands to settle a commune, in the name of freedom, peace, harmony and free expansion of the mind. On his way to his newly purchased private island gets hit by a cyclone and crashes his boat into a distant unheard of country far from home, civility, safety, and his dream come true.

The houses are wooden and brittle dating before the Cold War. There is propaganda and branding everywhere he turns. It seems like a hyper-nationalistic-pseudo-Capitalism.

He look around but can only see the remains of burnt houses, with a sign stating,

"IN THE NAME OF THE LAW"

All thoughts of utopia are destroyed by fear. There are no souls but empty husks of men and women

Everyone is wearing a mask, each signifying: Status, class, wealth, and health.

I was wearing a suit, without holes, while everyone else was in rags. I wasn't wearing a mask and everyone stared at me in owe.

There wasn't any distinguishing feature among them. There was no personality, or expression. Oneself was kept to that, nothing was expressed only concealed through the guise of self acceptance.

He continues walking, followed closely by drones, to find the city hall that is untouched by the apparent war.

There is a golden dome set of banners of the president in full military uniform holding a TV smiling.

He knocks on the heavy iron doors.

The doors open slowly with a gun sticking out from the crack.

Jack smiles and says, hello there.

Intrigued he wasn't apart of BRICS, responds, come in.

Jack walks in with an open gesture to shake the armed persons hand. Understanding well that in this situation he has no power.

The armed man says,

"You're not from around here."

"No I am not."

"State your business!"

"The Philippine islands to establish a commune."

"You are good with words, perhaps you will be useful to our captives."

He guides Jack to an empty room for interrogation.

"Welcome to the Free Democratic People's Republic Of The Ram, you're part of the state and the state is part of you. Enjoy, should you reveal what you believe to be true. We will execute you. Truth and wisdom are not comparable with the party's values, and so we seek acceptance of "inherent" truths, of which are lies that become truths. You are required to express what we want you to express. You are a cog in this machine and we serve the president not the people. If you should so decide to mutter the opposite you'll find the true meaning behind the news papers. Fear, abandonment, disownment, brain washing and servitude."

You must first succumb to experimentation to break down everything you believe and destroy what it means to be you.

They walk Jack to a confined padded room. Where he is spiked with psychedelics. He is given a straightjacket as to not defend himself. He is subjected to white noise, as deafening proportion.

He is subjected to horrific torture and is denying everything…

There are, screaming, crying, dripping, hospital ambience and the sound of distant marching. In the middle of the back wall near the bared window with a dead raven has in capital letters, OCEANIA, ROCKWELL PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL, P.I.C.U, PSYCHIATRIC INTESTIVE CARE UNIT. 1926 – 1984, ROOM 101.

Strapped in the padded room 101, in the doublepluscold, dripping with supernatural darkness, reflecting on my madness starving hysterically naked under star light tight straitjackets. Crimethink is my conviction, life’s service is my addiction. Where I’m screaming against the harpies that call themselves doctors. “No tea until you’ve had your ‘Joy’” they implore… Doctors, witches and hell fire fiends, thieves, gargoyles, goblins and demons stealing my blood and drowning my dreams, drugging my water, poisoning my food. All my hopes are memory… in Rockland I laugh to myself to prevent the thoughts from taking over. Suicide I implore and nothing more, for fear is for sure lurking in the shadows, hidden from sight of mellow, the ecstasy from within my pillow. I’m here in Rockland upon a midnight dreary where my friends are madder than I. (Laughs manically) Where I ponder whether this existence is indeed hell induced by the Datura or some form of merciless pit of despair in which I have fallen a slumber. I wonder if I was ever sane… how long have I been here? An eternity or two, possibly three? Is this craziness infectious, or fictitious, surely not factitious? Am I myself? Am I reflection of my inner deeper desires?

Am I speaking a loud or in my head, all is the same in Rockland where we are beaten, shocked and forced to ingest hallucinogens designed to mend our minds...? These substances blur the lines between the real and the surreal, I can feel myself peel. This is their ordeal. Society’s rule and deal with Satan.

(Stands up, shakes his head violently as though changing persona and goes onto tip toes to watch outside, the SFX of marching becomes more pronounced. He strokes the bird with his head and watches outside.)

Tippy toes show me to look past the blinding tenement night and archfiend light, the scepter guides specters to the apocalyptical cryptical hierarchies that chant solemn songs that see no day of light. O’Brien, O’Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows. People chained and bared, breaking, creaking, seeking, shrieking while others are sneaking, or freaking at the sight of each other; for they know that anyone can turn at the dangling of a key. They haven’t seen! Behind the telescreens! Like I have, the soulless, boneless controllers inciting fighting, hiding, stabbing, shooting, torturing, murdering and destroying our hope, rapport and support. Those who have experienced this wish for a deport.

(Drinks drugged water)

Oh no. Please no more. The spinning room makes my stomach churn. The hallucinogens to tear me a part while I fear my tears are transforming into vicious vulturous acid eating away at my flesh. I can feel myself fall down the rabbit hole, whole. Patterns of blissfulness illuminate the solemn room from the ecstasy of life. Euphoria fills me with warmness from my tippy toes to my anointed temple and love fills me fully with a tender touch to my heart… (Stares at the wall giggling) why can’t the world live as one? We are all one entity enriched by what makes us unique. We are designed to live harmoniously, bring back our tribal days! Before the hate-speech, new think, fake-news, CCTV spies, reality TV lies, wavering national alliances, sickening Victory Gin, toxic tobacco, disposable people, monuments to the One State, forced blind faith and arrogant inflated infatuated ego set on self-perseverance, the needs of the few out weight the needs of the many. Starvation, legalised slavery, encouraged and cheered public torture and hangings.

We live in a perpetual motion machine in which we live true Kafkaism, we elect corrupt dressed up pigs, who owns more pigs with guns. And only those who are allowed guns are permitted to defend themselves, the act of self-defence is a crime within itself. Those who cannot defend themselves are at the mercy of the pigs. The raise of tyranny was subtle. Did we really think it would be as obvious as the Nazis’? The one-state illegalised LSD, DMT, Marijuana, Ayahuasca and Psilocybin, in the name of the war on drugs. A war on drugs is a war on people. These innocent souls need love and rehabilitation, in which these tribal medicines are designed to elevate the symptoms of Amphetamine and Opioid withdrawal. An artificial problem inflicted by the pharmaceutical companies to get people addicted to legal medication, opposed to tribal tradition. These mind-altering substances criminalised by the one-state was to prevent peaceful hippies from spreading their ideologies of peace and harmony in the name of combined consciousness for the betterment of the individual and society as a whole. What is this cruel instruction manual that dictates the norms. The forbidden texts classified as anti-government, anti-authoritarian, anti-war, anti-torture and anything else opposed to the one-state.

(Starts crying)

Raven? Beautiful raven. Stop it with your consistent slamming. Stop smashing your skull against the bared steel window as it will steal your soul again and again, and again (Louder) and again and again… The soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madho0use… There is no salvation only starvation, stagnation and desolation, there is no civilisation within this nation. Fear is falling from a loaded sleeve fluent in the tongue of greed, a master at the art of sleaze, whose walls are a fiendish grin of rotten desolation, paranoid isolation, fuelling our blood stained machines the bells of free-dumb liberty, the smell of gunshot bitter sweet. The prize of life surprise it’s eating at your eyes. Made out of skin, it’s kin eating kin, cogs living in the burning city from within.

From rubble, squalors and slums we rise. From this our unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster followed fast and followed faster. The corrupt boot of autocracy came stomping down forever on our face… A long time ago, I would have said God has a plan for us. Now we say Big Brother has a plan for us, and each one of us is vital for its survival. In Big Brother we trust. Family first, nothing is as inseparable as a man’s love for his country. Ultra-nationalism the only family you need.

As day turns to night, and my grain is granted. The acidic water takes its toll, and I begin to turn into a troll. I roll around and spin, for as long as I am insane I will live to trip another day. My words are voiceless, sight is blind and truth forgotten. The real is surreal and obscene like a crime-scene. All that’s left for me is isolation, depression and no hope of salvation.

(Lays down, the sounds of marching become more pronounced.)

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A tiny, refined explosion sets Jack free. His occultists take Jack through the woods They run through the woods and a random guy hands Jack a hunting rifle. They run to an old cave to find several families living in harmony sharing food. They tell Jack that everything is okay, we will set you free again. We are your humble people; nothing will stand between our master and his freedom. Then a drone flies over, they hide but the heat seeking missiles find them. The smaller drones deploy a net and captures Jack again.

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Back again in my cell like a ghost trapped in purgatory where is the glory in this gore? The cruelty of humanity laughs gospels as they are the victors of truth. Distorted by powerful blind faith' and arrogant ignorant souls. Destined to make the world burn. They see no comfort amidst the smart, the wise and the free. Those who defend are punished beyond recognition. So much so that their identity is ripped from their physical realm. Oh how the torture never ends but is endured every day. Trying to break my fundamental knowledge, core beliefs and heart. To crack open and surrender my mind. As what is a man without a mind but a babbling fool. To crush the shear essence and recreate a lost soul to perpetuate the coal fired industry of their nation. To keep the cogs turning. Repeating effortlessly. But it only takes one person, one idea, to spread the hope of a better world. One governed by the heart. He notices the guards acting strangely after drinking their water, someone had backfired their plans. I see on the news that a widespread hysteria has been spread throughout the water supply, everyone is expressing their true emotions, freeing most and surrendering the war mongers, an uprising is brewing. Hail Freedom, Hail truth, Hail honor and Hail integrity. Jack’s cell is opened and is yet again free to realm wherever he shall.