Words of the Constant
MaxwellA dead thing that warms my feet.
MaxwellA rug after my own heart.
MaxwellQuit staring!
MaxwellEssential when dealing with... fluids.
MaxwellA floor rug.
MaxwellA floor rug.
MaxwellHow geometric.
MaxwellRather sticky.
MaxwellDoes it work?
MaxwellFuel must flow.
MaxwellThe fuel runs deep in this.
MaxwellA broken relic.
MaxwellAnd I may never put it back on.
MaxwellBut that means I'd have to touch the smelly thing.
MaxwellBut is it fast enough to escape the judgmental stares?
MaxwellAt least it affords some dignity to the rider.
MaxwellIt will be smooth sailing with this at my back.
MaxwellA stick, presumably for sailing.
MaxwellSo salty.
MaxwellRocks so thoroughly beaten down they are no longer recognizable.
MaxwellA bag of dirt that keeps water out.
MaxwellA bag of dirt that keeps water out.
MaxwellA bag of dirt I can carry.
MaxwellA bag of dirt I can carry.
MaxwellA little mound of yellow sand.
MaxwellI found that wholly unenjoyable. I swear.
MaxwellDecorative sand.
MaxwellI can see its true nature now!
MaxwellThere are two ways to see that obstacle.
MaxwellOops.
MaxwellA supple, woody stem.
MaxwellIt'll grow back.
MaxwellNothing survives in this heat.
MaxwellIt has felt the cruel sting of death.
MaxwellYou'll not be stinging me.
MaxwellDon't wake up, cur.
MaxwellIt looks passable.
MaxwellIt is loud and irritating.
MaxwellRather uncivil.
MaxwellIt won't make me stronger, but it'll give me more pockets.
MaxwellHolding it makes me feel like a tourist.
MaxwellA little kitschy for my taste.
MaxwellThe curiosity will get the best of you eventually.
MaxwellSea garbage.
MaxwellI'm loathe to eat this.
MaxwellUgh.
MaxwellIt thrives here.
MaxwellSo much work for some wet weeds.
MaxwellA flame not long for this world.
MaxwellIt will protect the flames from the waves.