Bad Luck Fale stood there and watched the flowers open to the dawn. Bad Luck Fale saw every petal extend to the sky like a thirsting man to quenching water. Bad Luck Fale saw this grow ever-redder.Fale saw sheaths of ancient flowers daughters as they slowly slipped apart shyly like the legs of a tragically beautiful virgin as if it were its first time. Bad Luck Fale saw straight into their clandestiny – their souls; souls filled with the Nectar of Perpetuance. Of life.
Bad Luck Fale: I pose to thee: what is it to be a flower? A dictionary may define a flower as “The reproductive structure of some seed-bearing plants.” Another dictionary may define a flower as “a plant that is cultivated or appreciated for its blossoms,” yet another one still will tell you that a flower is “such a structure having showy or colorful parts; a blossom.But is any of this what it truly is to be a “flower?”
As Bad Luck Fale stood there and watched the flowers unwrap themselves from their cover He pondered this and answered “nay.” What he saw in the garden as dawn birthed was a flower not. Not in the traditional sense anyway. “Flower” is a much more inclusive term to the world than just something pretty with a green stem. It is invariably: more.
Bad Luck Fale: To be a flower is to have synchronization with the Earth. The Globe. The World.To be a flower is to bring sunlight to the world; to be a flower is to take it away.To be a flower is to have meaning. Purpose. Significance. A reason to be.To be a flower is to be something. Someone. To not be Jungle Boy. To be a flower is to be more than me.I am one that does not close to night.I am one that does not open to day.I am one that...I am different. I am... unique. A flaw in the matrix. A... glitch in the system if you will. That identification of “flower” refuses to apply to me. I have no sunlight to bring to the world. I have no synchronization. I have no meaning. I am nothing.
Bad Luck Fale guides his hand over the flower as he smiles to himself
Bad Luck Fale: One may gaze into an open flower and one may find its soul but there is no such glint in my eye. There is no such declaration of purpose and meaning within me.There is nothing.Granted, a heartbreaking nothing. Granted, a handsome nothing.But at the end of the day still a nothing, nothing. A failure.The seed that never bloomed.The flower that never was.I pose to thee: what would Jungle Boy have been had he bloomed? What would Jungle Boy have been if he had become one of those beautiful flowers that rise with the sun forever? Would I have been a beautiful flower? Would I have been a glorious flower? Would I have been...Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. I am what I have become. I have become what I am. I work against the matrix; I am the system’s antagonist. The flaw. And what can I do but run away? What can I do but become something other than myself? It is all that I have when I want to be beautiful and meaningful. Beautiful like those flowers. Meaningful like those flowers.
Bad Luck pauses and begins to pet one of the flowers
Bad Luck Fale: Something....
Bad Luck Fale stand's here and watches the flowers open to the dawn. Bad Luck Fale see's every petal extend to the sky like a thirsting man to quenching water. Bad Luck Fale see's this grow ever-redder and that grow ever-bluer. Bad Luck Fale see's sheaths of ancient flowers as they look even prettier even more then when he first layed eyes on them. Beautiful flowers stares adoreingly as he then poses a question
Bad Luck Fale: What is it to be a flower, Live the life of a flower?
(Pause)
Bad Luck Fale: Well i guess Jungle Boy will find out as his last pedal falls to the ground symbolizeing HIS....WRESTLING....END .
Bad Luck Fale: I pose to thee: what is it to be a flower? A dictionary may define a flower as “The reproductive structure of some seed-bearing plants.” Another dictionary may define a flower as “a plant that is cultivated or appreciated for its blossoms,” yet another one still will tell you that a flower is “such a structure having showy or colorful parts; a blossom.But is any of this what it truly is to be a “flower?”
As Bad Luck Fale stood there and watched the flowers unwrap themselves from their cover He pondered this and answered “nay.” What he saw in the garden as dawn birthed was a flower not. Not in the traditional sense anyway. “Flower” is a much more inclusive term to the world than just something pretty with a green stem. It is invariably: more.
Bad Luck Fale: To be a flower is to have synchronization with the Earth. The Globe. The World.To be a flower is to bring sunlight to the world; to be a flower is to take it away.To be a flower is to have meaning. Purpose. Significance. A reason to be.To be a flower is to be something. Someone. To not be Jungle Boy. To be a flower is to be more than me.I am one that does not close to night.I am one that does not open to day.I am one that...I am different. I am... unique. A flaw in the matrix. A... glitch in the system if you will. That identification of “flower” refuses to apply to me. I have no sunlight to bring to the world. I have no synchronization. I have no meaning. I am nothing.
Bad Luck Fale guides his hand over the flower as he smiles to himself
Bad Luck Fale: One may gaze into an open flower and one may find its soul but there is no such glint in my eye. There is no such declaration of purpose and meaning within me.There is nothing.Granted, a heartbreaking nothing. Granted, a handsome nothing.But at the end of the day still a nothing, nothing. A failure.The seed that never bloomed.The flower that never was.I pose to thee: what would Jungle Boy have been had he bloomed? What would Jungle Boy have been if he had become one of those beautiful flowers that rise with the sun forever? Would I have been a beautiful flower? Would I have been a glorious flower? Would I have been...Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. I am what I have become. I have become what I am. I work against the matrix; I am the system’s antagonist. The flaw. And what can I do but run away? What can I do but become something other than myself? It is all that I have when I want to be beautiful and meaningful. Beautiful like those flowers. Meaningful like those flowers.
Bad Luck pauses and begins to pet one of the flowers
Bad Luck Fale: Something....
Bad Luck Fale stand's here and watches the flowers open to the dawn. Bad Luck Fale see's every petal extend to the sky like a thirsting man to quenching water. Bad Luck Fale see's this grow ever-redder and that grow ever-bluer. Bad Luck Fale see's sheaths of ancient flowers as they look even prettier even more then when he first layed eyes on them. Beautiful flowers stares adoreingly as he then poses a question
Bad Luck Fale: What is it to be a flower, Live the life of a flower?
(Pause)
Bad Luck Fale: Well i guess Jungle Boy will find out as his last pedal falls to the ground symbolizeing HIS....WRESTLING....END .