We sing the song of the seven children and the father who so lovingly murdered them. The chorus is written in stone. The verses are written in radio waves. We reach. We pull. We pluck a verse for you, sweetling - always for you.
If you like bad movies I highly recommend getting your hands on the work of Neil Breen. Fateful Findings will blow your mind but extremely not in the way that was intended. Come for the terrible acting and confusing plot, stay for the destroyed laptops.