Words of the Constant
You don't have to be sad anymore...
Vengeance is mine.
Seems like a lot of effort to follow it.
Do ye spout black blood and roll fin out?
Can it find my keys?
I dig the style.
Welcome aboard, bud!
I'm not wild about it.
That's what happens when you lose your head.
Bores live in houses? Wild!
All the beauty of the outside. All the convenience of the inside.
Little square for my taste.
Lets in the light.
I'm not picky.
Meh. It'll do.
Lets in the light.
I can see through there.
Lets in the light.
Lets in the light.
Lets in the light.
Get those waves cranking!
It's like a hug for my head.
Not much use to me now.
Why put numbers on what you can feel?
I'd still rather board.
Nautical.
An acceptable alternative to surfing... I guess.
Whoever invented cages had a cruel heart.
It's a boney key.
Fancy.
An iron key. What's it open?
A door. I should go through it.
Something's taking a dirt nap.
Nothing to see here.
That dude can pull off some sweet aerials.
Is that its front end, or back?
Well, I see no reason not to jump in.
I don't think it's feeling well.
I find myself strangely attracted to it.
Probably won't be sailing on that anytime soon.
I absolutely glow when I wear it!
It's got a nice energy.
Isn't starlight bad for the skin?
You didn't deserve that!
Fewer legs means less walking.
Take a snooze, little dude.
Yup, that's definitely a thing.
There's something weird here...
Looks like I'm still dreaming.
It's getting too hot to handle.