Words of the Constant
WendyA dish as delicate as life itself.
WendySpiraling, just like my life.
WendyNow its eyes will never open.
WendyI'm not sure if I could even carry it on my own...
WendyThe life they contain is a mystery.
WendyIts growth is stunted by the limits of the pot.
WendyI would have to be desperate.
WendyWhat more can be taken from me?
WendyDry as a bone...
WendyWhat an odd looking watering can.
WendyWhat it must be like to live unburdened by intelligence?
WendyOh, to be so carefree.
WendyLife is not fair, is it?
WendyIt slumbers soundly.
WendyIt's as big as the hole where my heart once was.
WendyI love a pumpkin gutting contest.
WendyWhy indulge in such childish things?
WendyI know that emptiness behind those eyes.
WendyIt lacks character.
WendyIs it sweet enough to help me forget the bitterness in my heart?
WendyIt shriveled a tiny bit from the heat. I like that.
WendyYou're not so scary.
WendyIf only it could become a carriage and carry me far away from here.
WendyIt's a seed. Exciting.
WendySome are simply made to suffer.
WendyIt hurts my eyes.
WendyIt's oozing.
WendyPurple like a... purple thing.
WendyMaybe now I'll lose fewer friends...
WendyWe have prolonged our horrific demise.
WendyThe monster's hunger shall never cease.
WendyA post. Not very exciting.
WendyLike death, it creeps everywhere.
WendyI am not impressed by opulence.
WendyWhat horror have those eyes witnessed?
WendyYet another reminder of death.
WendyDon't worry. You'll be dead soon.
WendyIt shall never grow another berry.
WendyIt is empty, like my heart.
WendyThe life they contain is a mystery.
WendyFor making food.
WendyFor making a small amount of food.
WendyI shall put them on my eyes when I die.
WendyMoney will not bring back Abigail.
WendyWealth cannot buy immortality.
WendyIt came from above.
WendyIts insides are as horrid as its outsides.
WendyIt's ready now.
WendyLife is a trap.
WendyWilson calls them "greens"... but they're purple...