Rest your eyes, Lay down your head, I’ll fight the monsters under your bed, A savoury surprise-that’s to be expected, A reclamation of fear is what’s projected, I’ll guard your dreams, With my life, When nightmares come, Once again I’ll fight, And Monsters take, All shapes and sizes, They fill the world with some surprises, But when you meet, A monster in the day, I’ll be there to fight and stay.
The astronomical invention of demolition, Saved my life.
I was to young to conceptualize, That people lie, And people fight.
Not everything turns out alright, The picture perfect forever you were promised turns blight.
Life’s greatest sacrifice, Might be your sleep at night, But “you can’t give up without a fight”.
Sometimes it takes catastrophe for a realization to break free, A simple moment of clarity, Where the worriers need be.
That raised hand which ever so slightly resemble the witches claws from OZ, Or the terrible screaming that reminds you of every horror movie that reoccurring nightmares were caused.
Then the demolition.
You destroy that part of yourself, For if your safety is a sin, Gladly venture to hell, At least there you’ll be able to feel as yourself.
The astronomical invention of demolition, Saved my life.
Maybe not in the way of your mind, But down here I don’t have to put up a fight.
More than once the devil is right.
The hair on my neck tingles as it blows by, It pushes every cloud above me in the sky, Maybe it finally understands why I want to die, Why I cry. The wind in the air is the only comforting presence, The sweeping motion will not repent, For my sins are much to great to descend, It understands. It understands why I climb, Why I wish to die, Why sometimes I must lie, In order to pass by, Again I cry. It lifts the crying tears off my face as I prepare to fly, Then it says a final goodbye.
SCENE 1: Opening Credits EXT. THE MIDDLE OF A CORNFIELD IN NEW YORK STATE NORTHEAST OF NEW YORK CITY [We hear “The Wrong Generation” by Phillip Boa And The Voodooclub, play as we zoom in on the cornfield from an aerial shot. The zoom in is slow, almost painfully slow, but it must be this way to allow the opening credits to fade in and out on the screen. There is a red tractor driving across the field. As the credits finally come to a close we focus in on a small part of the field. There is a young boy that appears to be about high school age laying on his back with his eyes closed. He has Apple EarPods in that if followed, lead back to what appears to be an iPhone. All around him there are cornstalks slowly drifting in the lift cool wind of Fall. Though it is not technically Fall yet the weather seems to have inflicted it’s own views on the seasons upon New York. This weather will result in a miserable start to school for most but those who enjoy the Fall will be elated. There is distant shouting in the back from the boy’s Father but the words are indistinguishable due to the music.]
ROBERT ELIJAH Muffled shouting slowly fading into clearer words, due to the fact the character is moving closer to said subject Nichollas! Nichollas! Nichollas! Nichollas!
[The boy we now know to be NICHOLLAS slowly opens his eyes and sits up. He turns on the screen of his phone and pauses the song playing: The Wrong Generation. With it the background music ceases. As Nichollas takes out his EarPods, his Father is now upon him.]
ROBERT ELIJAH sternly Get up boy, ya’ got shit to do. Ya’ promised me and yur’ mother you’d be done by now.
NICHOLLAS ELIJAH defeated Yeah I know.
[Nichollas slowly gets up while putting his phone in his pocket and watches his father head back towards the red tractor, which we are to assume he was driving before. Nichollas waits for a few seconds before following and the shot zooms out back into aerial view capturing the entirety of the field and farm, as well as the red tractor now driving around again. The movie title fades in and out in the middle of the scene, similarly to the credits.]
-We cut to next scene-
If I could build a house, I’d build a house for two, One side of the bed for me, One side of the bed for you, We’d live in the house together, Through which love would grow, All we’d need is each other, Through wind, sleet, rain or snow, Here we’d become grounded, Laying down foundations, Write love poems together, With thousands of alliterations, I’d watch the sun set, I’d wait for it to rise, Each second counting closer, To when I stare into your eyes, The house would smell of flowers, And food that was just made, And if you’re burnt while cooking, I’ll rush right to your aid, Here we’ll be a family, Our love free to roam, And when this has happened, Our house will be a home, But nothing is ever perfect, We are bound to clash, And we’ll mess up sometimes, Shout becoming rash, Soon each word will slowly, Swallow up my pride, And when we are together, I will want to die. Most cracked and broken things, Are meant to be fixed, But I will not want you, I will not want this, One of us will leave, Both of us will hurt, But both our hearts and prides, Will be dragged through the dirt. In the end I will realize, I’m better off alone, I’d rather live in a house, Than live in a broken home. If I could build a house, I would build two, I’d build a house for me, And I’d build a house for you.
-off topic- We only truly discovered unicorns about a century ago now. Some doctor of biology over in Sweden went on an expedition deep into the mountains and forests of Sarektjåkkå. He found groups of them, small packs almost like wolves. The longer he stayed the more he saw but that didn’t make them less rare. In total he found three corporates (the term for a pack of unicorns), however with less than ten in each group the number of unicorns totalled 23. We knew of 23 unicorns in the world. Of course after breeding and such you could find them almost anywhere with a colder climate: the northern regions of Canada, northern parts of Russia , the poles (the location of the original team who bred unicorns), anywhere where it’s cold enough to snow. From the legends we thought unicorns were going to be these peaceful magical creatures, unfortunately magic is still a fantasy. Unicorn’s horns did not posses any characteristic unexplained by science, in fact they were more similar to the materials of the tusks of elephants or horn of a rhinoceros. They were the “narwhals” of horses, though they did tend to have lighter and more colourful coats. No magic was a bummer but the real downside was that their peaceful nature was also a fantasy. Nobody realized at first because they put up a facade, they cooperated with scientist plans and experiments they allowed themselves to be bred. Looking back now they probably wanted humans help to repopulate, to grow. When we examined unicorns we were always looking in the wrong places, the coat, the horn, the outside but never the inside. What we didn’t know was that unicorns could create a toxin in their stomach and insert it into their saliva so when a human was bit or licked by them it went into the blood stream. The toxin was lethal to humans and acted quite quickly. Not long after the breeding team had wrapped up mysterious death surrounding unicorns started to occur. Scientists couldn’t figure out what was wrong until it was too late. It started with a hundred people, then a thousand and slowly grew. A simple bullet didn’t seem to kill a unicorn so human weapons were ineffective. The number continued to grow until it reached millions, about the same time we discovered the toxin. A team of Russian chemists seemed to reverse the toxin, not to create a antidote but to be used to balance the toxin in a unicorn which would kill it. It made fairly quick work of the unicorns and before long they were all gone. No government wanted to risk anything like this happening again so they were all exterminated. In short that’s why there are no more unicorns left on earth, at least that we have recorded but who knows. Maybe the Swedish doctor stopped just a little early in his expedition and there was another corporal just around the corner.
