juniper bushes are pretty prolific.
there's lots of different kinds of it.
i scoped out the blue star, and the andorra,
but it was the rug juniper that i bought and brought back with me.
it's got the tendril-branches like on karate uniforms.
dope.
and then i also got a super-sexy new shallow blue-glazed pot
to let him grow up all biggish and strongish within.
except,
since he's destined to be a bonsai,
he won't be branching out as far as he'd like to,
at least not before i clip, snip, snap, prune,
and trim away his best ambitions.
don't get too excited, little shuriken-leaved buddy,
i'm here to crush your dreams and bend you to my will.
so i guess i'm kind of like his dad, y'know?
nature wins, but warrior poetry endures.
ha.
take a look at this spiky sprout on his first day at his new career
of being a stunted and sculpted bare-root bonsai baby.
teleport:
sheet moss and magic-type fancy gravel and everything.
i doo-doo that horticultural activation sh!t.
it's true.
but that's not even it, neighbors.
i went and got myself a whole other juniper;
another other 'nother different kind, even,
and potted her A* in a box, as well.
...and then i got excited, and got even more plants.
i gave one away,
but i also got a weird moss plant,
and i put it's fuzzy F*ing face inside a jar, too:
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress is teeming with greenery.
yeah.
i just want to surround myself with sexy samples of real life,
and then contain them and keep them and own them.
i may be a cultivator of coincidences,
but i am also a nurturer of all kinds of growth.
but only insofar as i get to have the ultimate deciding vote on how much
of that lusty life living gets to get gotten.
yeah.
i'm like that, i suppose.
thrive, but don't get carried away;
flourish, but only when i say so;
love me, adore me, cherish me-
but really: do as i say.
i'm making moves, and i'm making decisions,
and i'm watering all the roots around here while i'm at it.
i guess that's just the way it's gonna to be;
never quiet, never soft.....
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