Killing Joke Monologue
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Oh, commission, according you're going mad. Remembering is dangerous. I find a pass such a roaring, anxious place the past tense. I suppose you'd call it Memories so treacherous one moment, your loss and a carnival of delight with pouring in childhood of rumors that flashing neon of puberty old at sentimental candy floss the next he leads you somewhere. You don't want to go somewhere dark and cold, filled with a damp, ambiguous shapes and things you hope you've forgotten. The memories can be reviled. Opposing little brutes like Children, I suppose. But can we live without them? Memories are what our reason is based upon. If we can't face them, we deny reason itself, although why not? We aren't contractually. I don't do rationality. There is no sanity clause. But when you find yourself locked onto a pleasant train of thought heading for the places in your past, where the screaming of unbearable remember, there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside and close the door and all those dreadful things that happened to you, and you can lock them away forever.