Words of the Constant
WendyNaught but a burned out husk.
WendyMay I get lost within and never return.
WendyI could probably shave that.
WendyIt won't keep the real horrors away.
WendyWhat's the use of carrying this around?
WendyBut will it defend me from my inner demons?
WendyEven you cannot cheer my heart.
WendyIt's been severed from an animal head.
WendyMore forgotten knowledge.
WendyNot exactly picket fence material.
WendyTransient, indeed.
WendyA mark is made, however transient.
WendyA sweet, but fleeting treat.
WendyPieces of beehive, scattered.
WendyA sweet sauce for this creature's sweet embrace.
WendyMeat cut into tiny pieces. Just like my heart.
WendyIt sounds like there's a beefalo trapped inside.
WendyBurn my insides.
WendyStay back, foul minion of evil!
WendyThe remains of an evil beast.
WendyIt burns!
WendyHome to the foulest creatures.
WendyPulled out by the root.
WendyBroken pieces of my heart.
WendyIt is as cold as my heart.
WendyIce cream could never replace Abigail.
WendyRefreshing, but it still does not relieve my grief.
WendyKeep a cool head.
WendyHe has a cold, dead heart.
WendyIt's in great shape.
WendyIt seems a little depressed.
WendyIt's feeling okay.
WendyIt gave up.
WendyIt's running on fumes.
WendyIt won't insulate me from the horrors of this world.
WendyA staff to freeze.
WendyNothing surprises me anymore.
WendyIt's calling my name.
WendyIt's cold and black.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.
WendySoft floor is pointless.
WendyOrnamentation is pointless.