it is time for quinn to screamsing asking to rusalka, rusalka/the wild rushes in the shower again

and now we are wed, the water our bed
and bank to bank our property lay
and you are my wild-eyed rusalka, my river-bride
drag me down, take me away
and here we will lie, you and i, 'neath the cold, dark sky


welp, it's been a while but i guess quinn's just fully back on their bullshit. time to scream decemberists songs until my voice gives out

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