Words of the Constant
A terrifying force of nature contained within a delicate shell.
It helps stave off the encroaching cold.
Does that mean my day to die is here?
Why do I feel that it is measuring my mortality?
A seaworthy vessel if ever there was one!
Haughty seadog couture.
I adore the design.
At least his soul escaped.
What unfortunate soul donated their bones for this?
It probably unlocks something fancy.
What do you open?
Only leads to disappointment.
Is something there?
It seems out of place.
It comes from the depths.
Life doesn't always make sense.
No matter what it consumes, it is never satisfied.
It's looking downtrodden.
There's a slight humming coming from it.
Better the worm's light than its tongue.
It seems out of place.
Its crew is probably dead...
A brief light in my dark life.
It reminds me of my mother.
The stick is as twisted as my soul.
Say hello to my sweet sister.
They are free and wild.
I wish I could escape my horrors so easily.
It is unmentionable.
Something cryptic lingers here.
This is what the world looks like when I'm crying.
Soon to be swallowed by flames.
The darkness! It is too dark!
It never even got to see the world.
Well, I'll have to get down first.
It's too late for that.
What's wrong with what I'm already wearing?
What's cookin'? Not me.
Well I'm too far away for that.
Give me something to draw and I'll draw it.
Feel free to keep me waiting here like a fool.
I'm not sure they're up for receiving gifts.
It can wait.
Someone beat me to him.
Let them get the fight out of their system first.
It's not going to get fixed any more than it already is.
Not too keen on digging around in there.
I'm beginning to think now's not the best time.
Better if he's not so awake.
Doesn't seem too keen on getting shaved just now.