She died as she lived, licking things she wasn't supposed to.
Madness string 43310
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.
Stupid is scarier, every time. Only so many blackhearted villians in the world, and they only get uppity on occasion. Stupid's everywhere, every day.