Bad Seed
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You wouldn't want to hang out with me.
Fuck it, I'm pulling the plug.
And going to die now, from lung cancer.
But lung cancer isn't going to be the root of my death.
I am the root of my death and my life.
The seed, I am a bad seed that plants itself in the dirt of a garden full of roses.
As they grow to become beautiful and good-smelling.
I am growing into a bitter old willow that tries to eat anyone who dares come close.
Like the Old Man Willow of the Old Forest in Tolkien's tales.
What made the Old Man Willow happy again?
Wasn't it music from the magic flute? Played by Tom Bombadil, the knight in not so shining armor.
A knight nonetheless, a knight that comes in the night to bring dawn and sunlight.
And Goldberry, the golden beauty sprouted from amidst the rotten corpses of spiders and bad seeds.
Sometimes Willows turn to roses. If tended carefully and lovingly by Tom Bombadil and Goldberry.
We all need love and care.
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