Words of the Constant

Search the journal

Kind

Survivor

I'd bet that pepper packs a punch!

Wonder what these'll make.

The light's on but no one's home.

It's a big fan made of tailfeathers.

Smells like burnt gobbler.

We oughta put a bush in there.

I feel luckier already.

You work up a mighty appetite at the factory.

Don't see a whole lotta use for these.

These are nice and dry.

They seem mean-spirited.

These are nice and dry.

Dried Dark Petals

Solid stone.

Please. I hock bigger loogies in my sleep.

Nothin' like some music to get through the workday faster.

Not my preferred kind of manual labor.

Sure makes mining a breeze.

Brightshade Smasher

It's actually not bad!

Pickled Herring

Swell tattoos you got there.

Chill out, red.

He's giving me a dirty look.

Stand still so I can hit you with a sign.

Swell tattoos you got there.

Chill out, red.

He's giving me a dirty look.

Stand still so I can hit you with a sign.

You don't look so tough.

Makes everything smell like pig.

What a waste of materials.

I should hammer down that eyesore.

That's a shame.

Fuller than a downtown tenement house.

No way that's up to code.

Hey! I just want some light!

Those hooves've never seen a day of work.

That threw a wrench into his plans.

Chummy fellow!

Hey there, ya lug!

Don't want no trouble.

I have no idea what's going on!

No good now.

I gotta find some meat for it.

A bunch of things to build.

The backside of an oinker.

Yeesh, smells ripe in there.

Kitschy.

Not bad payment for a good wrassle.

Too big for me to wear.

That's a pine cone.

It can handle itself from here.

Evergreen Sapling