Words of the Constant
All doors lead to doom.
You'll die just like everything else.
Life is fragile. Even for evil snakes.
Why would I want to prolong my life?
It's fragile, like life.
Brings me no joy.
There's nothing more ominous than death.
It's as big as the hole where my heart was.
A... cookie...
It shriveled a tiny bit from the heat. I like that.
You're not so scary.
It's a seed. Exciting.
It's oozing.
Purple like a... purple thing.
Its gnashing days are over.
Corruption spills forth from the depths.
I can be assertive, when need be.
He's wandering mindlessly, oblivious to his fate.
He is safely in my embrace.
I'm too big to fall down there.
It's closed up. No one is falling down there, now.
It didn't cook well.
It is not as edible as it looks.
Lifeless.
As rabid as death itself.
Sleep is not a permanent escape from life.
The color of my blood.
It can't taste any worse when it's cooked.
I feel like hiding in the ground, too.
Why bother?
Perhaps if I ride upon the waves I shall join my sister.
This jellyfish is much more vibrant than the others.
Beautiful, even in death.
Death has come for it.
It seems so content.
Its death means my life.
I liked jumping in puddles with Abigail.
It's facing its own mortality.
Expired.
A tree no more.
A tree.
It rots from within and without.
What fun is rain if you're not getting wet?
Does that mean sunshine is dead, too?
It measures cloudiness. I like when it's dreary.
A whole bunch of cooked vegetables. Riveting.
It speaks to me.
This is just for shaving.
Ruination.
What's the use of rebuilding?