Going to sleep is the best thing a person can do. After a long day of work just slip under the covers clean, wrinkled, soft and daring the night a comfortable pillow in which to rest sleepy tired eyes while finishing a dystopian sci-fi movie taking place in the desert. Furiosa takes the night across her shoulders black engine grease smeared across her forehead as Mad Max rides shotgun before the heat consumes them. Enjoying every sand crusted machine cranked thrusted water tank bomb shell. She is the best kind of heroine taking complete control of the current situation. But sometimes there’s a break when the dusk becomes depth merging into the white halo of moon slivered like a cut thumbnail just hanging there, lifeless. And this is when the truth becomes completely apparent. Resting one’s body after a tough week of physical and emotional sickness becomes first priority where relaxation nods its weary head to slumber under a pile of blankets.
We had some visitors that came from outer space. Those aliens came here to enslave the Human race. I met the leader and he demanded that I bow down before him. He said that if I didn't, our galaxy would meet a fate that was grim. I told that alien **** that I only bow down before the almighty Jehovah. The alien leader got so mad that he said they would destroy our galaxy by causing a Supernova. But God wiped out the aliens with bolts of lightning. Jehovah God was victorious because he is a king. Jehovah stopped those aliens from causing chaos. He showed those alien fiends that he is the boss.
A hero in a book or movie. Fighting the evil queen. Reclaming a homeland-or mountain. Saving the world with a companion in a blue boxs. Leading a rebelion. Beind captain of a ship- Serenity or the USS Enterpise. Cathing a serial killer. Or stopping a psychotic well dressed villian. One man or woman saving the world. When I was younger I wished I could be like them. But now I can barely fight the demons in my mind. Why would I dream of saving the day when I am not sure I want to live another day? Life is no fairy tail. This is not Middle-Earth or Narnia. There are villians and monsters yes but not ones that we can defeat during wizzard chess or with a want or lazer sword. They are just as real and dangerous. But the live in our minds. I tried to run from the watching tv series and movies and reading books. Dreaming of another life. But eventualy the demons got closer to chatching up. And no hero will be able to safe me. I will have to fight the monsters in my head myself, all on my own. And I hope that I will be strong and brave enough when that time comes.
I'm a Gungan from the planet Naboo and my name is Jar Jar Binks. Senator Padme put me in charge once even though I don't even have the ability to think. George Lucas brought me to life with a computer, I'm a product of CGI. Because many Star Wars fans find me irritating, they want me to die. Many people hate everything about me, they hate my voice, my six foot tongue and my orange skin. Now that the prequels are over, those people are thankful that they'll never have to see me again.