Words of the Constant
MaxwellAn empty vessel awaiting decoration or light.
MaxwellA temporary reprieve from the shadow.
MaxwellPurely decorative.
MaxwellI believe it is Wilson's turn to fetch bulbs.
MaxwellEvery lovely flower must one day wilt.
MaxwellOops.
MaxwellBathed in fire.
MaxwellThat's not about to grow back.
MaxwellAn acquaintance of mine describes them as "piney".
MaxwellOops.
MaxwellDust to dust.
MaxwellI put it out of its misery.
MaxwellIt looks sickly.
MaxwellEye to the sky.
MaxwellHow deliciously macabre.
MaxwellDon't look at me, it's definitely not one of mine.
MaxwellWe're going to be up to our eyeballs in... eyeballs.
MaxwellI should dispose of it before it hatches.
MaxwellThe Meat Bulb's pawns.
MaxwellSome of my better work.
MaxwellNow it just needs to be set up.
MaxwellA harvest of ashes.
MaxwellDo I look like a farmer?
MaxwellI have better things to do than watch plants grow.
MaxwellIt needs to be... refreshed.
MaxwellAm I to be reduced to a common farmhand?
MaxwellNot the garden!
MaxwellIt's time to reap what I've sown.
MaxwellAt last, my efforts are rewarded.
MaxwellNot another blasted weed!
MaxwellMerely a plant.
MaxwellNearly there.
MaxwellRotten.
MaxwellIt's no good to anyone now.
MaxwellI'll have to be patient.
MaxwellThankfully it seems capable of doing the work itself.
MaxwellSome kind of farming implement? I've no interest in such things.
MaxwellThe blasted things spring up again just as fast as I can remove them.
MaxwellIs it windy out or is it just this fan?
MaxwellI always considered myself the peacock of people.
MaxwellNot as elegant as a quill and inkwell, but it'll do.
MaxwellYellow is the color of naivety.
MaxwellBlack is the color of sleep.
MaxwellRed is the color of fire.
MaxwellGrey is the color of pain.
MaxwellBetter her than me.
MaxwellMy life is one obstacle after another.
MaxwellPerhaps it's best left alone.
MaxwellI don't trust the power source.
MaxwellI don't like it.