Jack Kirwood
Bio
Is freedom?
Reality meeting itself on its own terms, seeing through the looking glass, mirroring itself.
Absurdity, realism, wondrously weird and INSANE.
This is what you'll find,
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The Blinding Bright Light
I awake from my slumber numbers of sleep count three. Woken every 15 minutes with a blinding white light that burns bright right into the eyes many time before and after midnight. Alas breakfast is served. Starving from medication because of hallucinations, I take my seat with much hesitation. I feel like I am suffocating for around me are the mentally insane in pain. As the walls are steel and white, not a speck of colour except the blood from sutures, from those who thought they had no futures. Temperature rating of sixteen degrees C. all do not feel free. Involuntary treatment order restricts them from seeing the sea.
By Jack Kirwood5 years ago in Poets
One of Them
Warning this is a saddening monologue about homelessness. Viewer discretion is advised. Xavier is on the sidewalk with needles and litter surrounding him, he is holding a sign that says, “Please help.” He has a bandage on his hand. The sign is clearly written in his own blood. He is extremely dehydrated, pale and starving.
By Jack Kirwood5 years ago in Psyche
With(In)Sanity
This monologue contains multiple quotes and phrases from texts which are not my own. These are limited. Please read the following texts as well to gain further insight into the monologue. These texts are 1984 by George Orwell, Howl/Rockwell by Allen Ginsberg, The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, and a phrase in the song Rivolta Silenziosa by Humanwine. Please check these out as they are awesome.
By Jack Kirwood5 years ago in Futurism
