tricell-shitposting

[tricell-shitposting]

Soil and clay in dredges And we'll never find the ring Somber and blind we lowered the vice But what can we see anyway?

What will we do with the bodies? We'll be rolling down the river, Rolling down the river

To the sea unsaid we departed That oath now carries us on We will fall in to sounds and inlets abound Where a sorrow resides in each cove

Cracked ice and leaves fallen - boom! We hit a stone, we're riverbound Light fires to the ties We've left for home, all that is gone Shining light, horizon Deliver us alive and whole Blinding bright, harvest songs We'll miss you all, we'll miss you

We're soil and clay under bridges For we've never found the ring

[tricell-shitposting]

Rebecca: We need a distraction. Chris: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Leon, whispering: My time has come

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Wesker: Jill, can I talk to you for a second? Jill: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Chris are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss? Wesker: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.