Words of the Constant
What's the point of finishing this.
Hard wood for a hard life.
Hard wood for a hard life.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Boring. Like life without Abigail.
Boring. Like life without Abigail.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Another wall in my life.
Would they mind if I crawled in with them?
Would they mind if I crawled in with them?
Iron. Like my heart.
If I'm lucky I'll sail off the edge of the earth.
Only leads to disappointment.
The perfect amount of jam.
Your life is as insignificant as mine.
Best case scenario: it kills me.
How can such a curious thing even live?
It's sort of like gelatin.
It was a painless death. The beast had no nervous system.
The sting isn't deadly. Only painful.
So... tough.
Death comes to us all. Sometimes on a stick.
I should probably step back.
It's turned a beautiful shade of black.
What lovely destruction.
A jungle tree.
It's a parcel of potential.
There's no going back, now.
Meat, skewered right through the center.
I'll build a necropolis.
A bee without conscience.
Be still, little one.
Death knows no mercy.
Thy sharp beak might impale me from the depths of the sea.
It slumbers, for now.
A cold, soulless horse.
That thing has anger issues!
Another battle lost to time.
A beast of solitude.
It stands against the cruel elements.
Kneel to me, foul beast!