Words of the Constant
It makes me as prickly outside as I am inside!
I'd like to wear it inside-out.
I prolong the inevitable.
Heavy...
Could stop the daggers that stab at mine heart.
Is it wise to don a suit of fire stone?
A reprieve from death.
Armor made of the homes of dead goo.
A clinging, dreary, living suit.
Now I can hide from my problems.
The depths of its darkness is unending.
I might hold off the inevitable a bit longer with this.
So my outside matches my inside.
I'd prefer a dry grave, thank you.
Like a metal coffin that keeps me alive.
A perfectly safe way to go insane.
A jacket of dead flesh. Fashionable.
Something died so that this armor may exist.
The wind's tendrils cannot hold me!
A boat that can take a bite or two.
All that's left after another beautiful fire.
The eyebone was incinerated when I teleported!
The flower was incinerated when I teleported!
This was once something, before it got burned...
Vegetables are good for you, but what do I care?
Soup.
If I ever feel like eating anything, I'll eat it.
I should rip those out of the ground.
Will I live to see this grow?
An instrument for industry and murder.
Enjoy your youth. Soon you will learn the terrors of the real world.
Cold, vacant eyes...
A pack. Now I can carry an even heavier burden.
A balanced breakfast to start another miserable day.
These look as deflated as I feel...
For delicate smashing.
What a chipper little fellow. Does he know life has no meaning?
A wretched den of joviality.
Does swimming in pods stave off the loneliness of existence?
Green sticks... who cares...
So it goes.
I've won this round.
I can bend it to my will.
I used to eat these with Abigail...
There's no salve for the pain of existence.
A big hat to hide from the world.
Abigail is the most valuable buried treasure.
Sigh. I suppose I should dig it up.
Trying to break it would be pointless.
Alas the relief it brings is only temporary.