babies.

four years, neighbors.
four flippin' years.
that's how long i've waited.
i planted all kinds of twining viney hottness,
and mostly,
they fell short of my expectations and kinda sucked, really.
until this year.
this year,
they look like what they're supposed to be-
and what've i got to show for it?
ten tiny green circles.
that's a lot of leaves for so few globes of juiciness.
ah well,
at least i can finally say its working out.
sorta.
uh-huh.
check the teleport:

those jauns right there?
...yeah.
the actual grapes of wrath.
that's real.
at least,
i'm pretty furious about 'em at any rate.
you know they're sour grapes, too,
because those're the only kind i'd have.
word up.
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so,
my grapevines look pretty good,
but the productivity they're lacking leaves a lot to be desired...
however,
i've got fearless phoebes hanging out above my door,
and they're doing it right.
teleport:

mmmhmmm.
stay ugly, stay dope.
baby birds know all about that.
eatin' barfed-up bugs and sprouting feathers slowly, but surely.
that's all they've gotta do,
and it's all they even pretend to do, too.
i like 'em anyway.
the little guys guard my entry.
sentries at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, paid in puke and flies?
that's expert.
and that's the way i like it.
there are all kinds of growth going on around here,
and life is unfolding,
outwards and upwards,
overlapping and echoing,
in spiraling circles that resemble bunches of grapes-
satellites of spirit and memory branching out from the center of all of this.
that's sort of a big deal;
never quiet, never soft.....