Pepe's Nuts #101

Pinned beneath museum glass with a smudge of salt, the smell—salt, resin, inevitability—made believers of doubters. Twin orbs cleft like a double‑pear, balanced and deliberate. Some will seethe when these nuts succeed, but history will cool that heat. These nuts ask for stewardship, not ownership. The burden is anatomical and heavy, but the promise is generational. They grow so big the frame remembers their weight. What began as rumor hardened into ritual.