Words of the Constant
Was this placed intentionally?
I suppose even trees get hungry.
The fall is inevitable.
It lost its only support.
Those vines carry a heavy burden.
It can only go wrong from here.
Everything is born to one day die.
It was stolen from the sea, but it still holds power over the waves.
Perfectly misshapen.
Another mouth to feed.
I warned you, WX, never ingest bottles labeled "Drink me."
Not so slimy any more, are we?
I'd carry this to the end of the world.
I wish my life force would drain away like the tea.
Winning with only one piece is hopeless.
Winning with only one piece is hopeless.
Two utensils that are one. It reminds me of myself and Abigail.
It conceals tragedy.
The spinning inevitably ends, just like life.
Just a temptation, like death.
My back doesn't need scratching.
This tool has come to the end of its life.
I'm not a-frayed.
I don't have a use for it.
I've never been lucky.
It smells of decay and death.
That potato is as hollow as I am.
Now at least the wardrobe can be organized.
A horse! A horse! My castle for a horse!
A horse! A horse! My castle for a horse!
If only knives solved more of my problems...
I'd rather have the castle...
I'd rather have the castle...
When I gaze into the ball I see... nothing. Apropos.
It's very fetching.
Perhaps a curse could end our suffering.
Neither half empty, nor half full.
Now Webber and I can match.
Drive it through my heart and be done.
It makes the world look as insignificant as I feel.
One lonely half of a pair.
I'd carry this to the end of the world.
The weight of the world rests upon me.
It looks like ectoplasm in there.
To frolic, to play, no more.
I have put childish things behind me.
Some breaks cannot be mended.
It is so colorful...
I simply do not know what it is.
I'll hold onto it... but only for a friend.