Words of the Constant
It's just a puddle.
The top of this lava pit has cooled into a fine crust.
The fires are cooling.
It's hot.
It looks harmless.
It refuses to bend to my tools.
Its got its head in the clouds.
This is why good foot hygiene is important.
What a mess.
A big stick.
What a mess.
How boring.
An ordinary stick. Droll.
A stick.
It's a stick.
I'd hate to see what came out of there.
Does no one clean up around here?
Looks like it's been around for a while.
Cracked.
Who lives there?
It's seen brighter days.
It's seen better days.
What could have uprooted that?
I wonder what broke that?
Is it a stone or an egg?
Hate to see the end of that.
Raw fish eggs. Fantastic.
The fish eggs are cooked now.
A castle for my home.
The builders have left it in a state of abandonment.
Keeps my things just where I want them.
You'd think this would have more uses.
Disgusting. Why am I keeping this around?
A little like being eaten.
Manually operated. A pity.
Is it really worth keeping that under glass?
Just useful enough to keep around.
Ugh. Really.
Just bits and pieces of rock.
Ugh.
A floor rug.
A dead thing that warms my feet.
Which unfortunate soul was that?
A dead thing that warms my feet.
An animal that warms my feet.
How droll.
Dangerous.
Lovely...
A floor rug.
A rug after my own heart.