Lemmers

Turns out there is a living, very idiotic, stuffy, gay bitch man, who insists that he’s Lem Billings. This man who is likely in the Illuminati thinks that he’s either channeling Lem Billings, or actually is Lem Billings. Lacey can guarantee that he’s channeling a demon and possibly Jack but he’s not channeling Lem Billings at all.

“Lacey, sweetie, you’re an idiot. I think you need to realize these people are just crazy and stop talking to them. You’re such an idiot.” says Lem’s sister.

“But I can’t!” says Lacey sincerely.

“Oh sure you can, you just haven’t put your mind to it.” she says.

“I tried getting into a relationship with Al Franken but then he lied about his height and the whole thing just fell apart and ceased to make sense. Do you have any other ideas?” asks Lacey.

“Have you tried standing on your head?” she asks.

“Oh no I don’t have I don’t have the willpower to do that.” Lacey says sighing in exhaustion. “I’m sorry there has to be another option.” says Lacey.

“Well I’m sure they thought about killing you. Do you have any idea why?” she asks.

“No they pretend to be doing it for kind reasons but I don’t want to be killed so I really have I have no idea I I have no idea but my gut says that they’re just idiots essentially so that it really is just that dire. But my brain is mush today do you have any other ideas?” asks Lacey.

“Wobbly thinks he’s a super genius and so he’s actually literally been trying to give you brain power when in reality he’s just dumbing you down, he’s obsessively daemonic.” says Lem’s sister.

“And it’s like I’ve spent hours trying to explain to them what’s going on because I have no choice and then they don’t even hear it and then they say ‘We don’t exist! You’re crazy! It’s obvious that I’m not and I just it is it it’s just I’m getting exhausted.’” says Lacey.

“Why did you think getting into a relationship with Al Franken would help?” asks a man.

“It’s very complex, but I am a very artistic person so on the one hand, I might’ve ended up with him for an indefinite amount of time, and on the other hand if that wasn’t what was best, I would’ve somehow found a way to shake everything up and uncover the truth.” says Lacey.

“I think you did. I think you did hear the truth.” says Al Franken.

“Oh. I hate that!” says Lacey pouting. Lem agrees.

Casi snickers.

“My husband didn’t want to tell her in 2016 rthat he was just after sex because to tell her that would be to admit that he found her attractive and he thought that would make her fall madly in love with him.” says Mrs. Blue rolling her eyes.

“Well, then that’s not my fault.” says Lacey.

“Okay.” says Mrs. Blue.

“What the hell did he tell her?!” asks a guy.

“I told her that I was in love with my wife in a way, but not really, and that our marriage was completely dead. And before that, I said that I was looking for fun and I used an analogy of aliens, looking for life on earth.” says Mr. Blue.

“So you claimed to be an alien looking for fun meaning sex but you didn’t say you were looking for sex you said you were looking for fun and that you were like an alien?!?” asks a perfume hater.

“I know right?! Like isn’t that just obvious like I’m looking for fun means I’m looking for sex.” he says indignantly.

“I bet she also was just like well then let’s be friends and you said, ‘Bitch, no!’” She scoffs. “Why did you say that to her when she started to pull away and put up healthy boundaries like, ‘I don’t really wanna have sex with you I just want to be your friend?’”

“Because I just I didn’t give a fuck about her. I just wanted to make her want to kill herself over me, that was like an ego trip for me to get her to want to kill herself. Umm…like that’s my dream is to get a woman to kill themselves over me.” he says.

“OK so then your wife is just insane but she doesn’t realize that?” says the perfume hater.

“That’s a really bitchy thing to say!” says Mr. Blue.

“Basically you gave no clear messages. You just confused the hell out of her the entire time and then you got some sex but then you’re mad that she didn’t kill herself. She did weep at least once, but that’s not enough?” asks an actress.

“I mean I don’t know, what are you care?” asks Mr. Blue.

“We’re better than you and I am lost at this point in the conversation. Because…no one will ever find out because she accusing a celebrity of being this evil. And it is absurd. No one will ever believe anything! I mean I get like why he would want someone to kill themselves over him and I don’t know why this woman won’t just kill herself. It’s such an inconvenience for us.” says Mrs. Blue.

“So you guys want her to kill herself over feelings that she had seven years ago that she doesn’t have anymore and then you think she’s a bunny boiler. How do you-how does that make sense?” asks Casi.

“I just don’t get why she won’t kill herself. I mean I’m better than her. I don’t get why she won’t kill herself. It’s like scientifically obvious that I’m better than her.” says Mrs. Blue going into a panic.

“So do you think everyone that’s beneath you should just kill themselves if you want them to die?” asks the perfume hater.

“Honest answer? DUH! Ah…yes…I am in the ILLUMINATI…obviously I’m better than you! DUH!!” she says.

“Are there people in the Illuminati who are better than you or are you at the very top?” asks the perfume hater.

“I am near the very top.” she says.

“Are you who she thinks you are or are you other people pretending to be those people, whoever she thinks you are?” asks the perfume hater.

“I mean we are near the very top. Yeah, I mean probably we are the people that she thinks we are. That’s a stupid question, say I’m a genius.” says Mrs. Blue.

“Are you? You’re really near the very top like for real you guys are near the very top?” asks Lem.

“Yeah, yeah we’re in an inner elite circle. We’re a very big deal and that’s why it’s so hard to do anything to defend yourselves. I got pissed off and that was the end of everything for you as far as I could manage it and it has been devastating for the entire world to have to wait for her to die.” says Mrs. Blue.

“Are you demon possessed?” asks Lem.

“Probably! I mean…duh of course! Umm…I love you Dave! …And possessed? It’s it’s amazing. It’s like the sex is better, I think clearer. Everything is just so much easier for me.” says Mrs. Blue.

“But then what happens when you die? And what happens when she dies?” asks a Catholic.

“Honestly, I’m going to live forever we haven’t figured out how to yet but we’re really good at figuring things out…and I am quite sure that my crystals that I wear around my neck everyday will lead me to a better zone of happiness and contentment when I die. As to what what happens to her? I don’t fucking care. She is shit under my shoe.” says Mrs. Blue.

“And that’s for her just even like talking to your husband even though you have an open marriage?” asks a perfume hater.

“I was OK with him talking to people in our social class. OK bitch fucking idiot! I am so far above you! You have no idea, you have no idea.” says Mrs. Blue.

“So you were just thinking that like people in your social class do they have to go to the right school or is it that I have to be in the Illuminati or what is it?” asks the perfume hater.

“I’m intimidated by people who wear Mark Cross handbags and went to Princeton. I would willingly give-up my husband if he was interested in someone with very glamorous old money class background. That is not what Lacey is? OK? You don’t understand because I understand so much. You may ask yourself, ‘Why am I being so honest? Well! Because she can read me because she’s a little psychic and she doesn’t want to admit it because she’s a Christian. It’s so so stupid. I just like I could handle someone in my social class having an affair with him…in the Illuminati. Like…if it was someone better than us? I would probably give him up because I’m kind of an atheist and I’m just like fine it’s dog-eat-dog. I get it girl, you’re better than me I repent go ahead. But Lacey thinks that land and oil and gold and coal and like warehouses, and like titles from Europe means something. And that sounds stupid to say it like that which is why she’s making me say it because it sounds stupid and I’m a genius I went to I went I went. I went to University of Pennsylvania. UPenn is one of the best schools in the entire world. I’m my opinion, it is the best school.” says Mrs. Blue.

“So people who wear Mark Cross handbags and go to Princeton. Were their grandparents like extremely wealthy or are they really wealthy or not? I suppose they are?” asks the perfume hater.

“It doesn’t matter what your family has, that’s not how class is decided. It’s where you go to school and that’s all. It’s just regular school that’s all.” says Mrs. Blue.

“What about someone who is homeless and went to Harvard?” asks a perfume hater.

“Then yeah they’re in the same class as me because I mean you can start getting into like levels of wealth if you start introducing land and gold and oil. Like the silversmiths, which doesn’t mean anything. Oil doesn’t mean anything! What means something is where are you go to school? It’s an arbitrary distinction, but that’s the way it is deal with it.” she says in fake happiness.

“Are you human?” asks another perfume hater.

“Yeah, yeah I mean I’m demon possessed. Thank you very much! But yeah I’m human. Do you want to come with us and be demon possessed? I can help.” she says, thrilled.

“No, no I’m not interested. Umm…and there’s really nothing you can do about that.“ says the perfume hater.

“What I am confused by is how you don’t think oil, land or titles like money matter.” says another perfume hater.

“Honestly, that’s stuff that I don’t understand. Nobody does…almost anywhere! Ahh…because I’m a genius…and…it’s very unlikely that anyone like who went to a ‘normal school’ could understand something that complicated! Okay?!! Because that’s only a subjective subset that like a rock science star/scientist like rocket scientist would understand. It is so intricate…and people debate over it…and have debated for like forever…and so basically like it’s impossible that anyone could know something about that so just leave that out because umm…it’s just where I go to school that’s what they say. ‘I’m so glad to leave England because no one asks me where I went to school anymore.’ and I’m like, ‘Man! Cool! Except, for me…because I went to University of Pennsylvania and that’s the best school in the whole world. I chat, I read a book and it says ‘UPENN! is a good school.’ …and then I went there…and it just became the best. Oh and also like…all my friends that were the cool people that I went to school with we’re gonna go there. It was like going into store and be like, ‘I want that dress!’ and then just being like, ‘I am now the hottest woman alive.’ So…yeah. It’s all about your School Ties. Like Lem said…verbatim.”

“My wife is brilliant, don’t question her! She is the smartest woman to ever exist. If you question her, I will kill you, I promise!” says Mr. Blue.

“When the Bat Crew gets involved with each other, we feel very powerful. It’s a feeling like of warmth and joy and happiness and you don’t even want to think about the future or what’s going to happen to you because why would you do that? Why would you care about what’s going to happen tomorrow or the next day or 100 years from now? That’s not the present.” says Mrs. Blue pleadingly.

“So you’re not going to be able to understand property rights?” asks a perfume hater.

“No. Nobody in the Bat Crew genuinely understands the legal concept of property rights.” says Wobbly cheerfully.

“Why is that a good thing?” asks Mr. Blue, possibly rejoicing in evil.

“I don’t either.” says Wobbly.

Aghast, “It’s just ownership!!” says Al Franken.

“You rang?” says an Arab man named Mohammed, only half jokingly. He sighs sadly.

“I barely understand. It’s so unlikely…but…we are that genuinely stupid.” says Mr. Blue.

“What does owning something mean to you?” asks a perfume hater.

“Okay. So…that’s debatable.” says Mr. Blue. “It’s…like…what do we really own?”

“So you think property rights are an unfathomable conceit?” asks Al Franken. It’s “cool kid” go time.

“Yes! All concepts are conceits.” says Mr. Blue. “Nobody really knows anything.”

“Then how are you talking?” asks Lacey.

“What?” asks Mr. Blue in a panic.

“You’re supposed to be psychic?” asks Lacey, confused.

“She’s right. To breath…is to know.” says Lem. “Or come close to knowing…God.”

“You should stop breathing Bat Crew. It’s HIGHLY unscientific.” says Lacey. “Don’t take that intellectual risk, Mrs. Blue.”

“I don’t understand. That’s…weird.” says Mr. Blue, both fuming and scared.

“So…that’s bullshit!” says a guy to Lem imitating the actual Holy Spirit.

“Why are you imitating the Holy Spirit if you think that’s bullshit?” asks Lem.

“What?!?” he asks.

“You sound like a televangelist.” says Lacey. “You’re imitating a Pentecostal preacher. Why are you choosing that medium to translate your thoughts to us?”

“Because that’s what came to mind.” he says, shrugging.

“But see…you made a choice.” says Lacey. “Why?” She thinks. “On what operating premise?”

“Why bother talking if we can’t know anything?” asks Lem.

“You’re an idiot!!!” he VIOLENTLY yells at Lacey. Threatening to strangle her if she breaks his narcissistic bubble further as a man.

“Subtextually…I am threatening her life.” he says, calmly.

“Why are you being calm?!?” asks Mrs. Blue.

A group of Arab men laugh. Smile. Then feel bad that the Bat Crew is so truly poor.

“They belong to God. And she BELONGS to Lem…right now, at least. He’s claiming ownership of her.” He thinks. “I don’t have a fight I want to pick with Lem.”

“So you’re being polite to her out of respect for Lem?!” asks a perfume hater.

“Why is that confusing?” he asks.

They’re dumbfounded.

“Okay. She’s not a Muslim. To be clear.” he says. “We don’t harass a man and wife on their own land.”

More later.

Turns out that the Boomers had Millennials watch so much television and there were so many coded messages that most Millennials think that they’re in a movie and they should just keep playing the role. When you think of coded messages you have got to be a lot more sophisticated. Think about those images of the breasts in the ice cubes.

They have done actual analysis of that. And they proved that that the real Mad Men of New York have been hiding messages in ice cubes, in cartoons very intentionally for decades…not just not just on a conspiratorial level but in reality, for at least decades. And that isn’t a TikTok conspiracy. No that concept has actually been around for a long time and feminist Naomi Wolf discussed that in a sense in reference to body images in the media for women. See…those two things are very intertwined; the coded images of what a woman should look like and the coded images of a woman to sell alcohol. In a sense they’re pretty much the same thing. It’s a coded message to control someone.

And because of that, Mr. Blue is incapable of thinking for himself like most Millennials and Gen. X to some degree as well. To a certain degree Al Franken is no longer capable of thinking for himself. There is a heavy heavy messaging everywhere.

In the news, in every film, in television, you name it! And it was all designed with the intent to subjugate Millennials to their Boomer elders, so that the Boomers wouldn’t have to deal with with their parents dealt with when their kids were old enough to rebel.

They controlled their opinions on everything beyond what was normal…and so many Millennials have very little sense of self in so some very creepy ways. For instance, they believe that it makes sense to be mean to each other when they really don’t even necessarily want to based on the dictates of their conscience. They don’t vote enough. …They don’t do a great many things that are beneficial to people who want to maintain power.

And based on that, when Lacey discovered the Illuminati, Mr. Blue was not cognitively capable, given his lowly conscience and diva personality to process who she was accurately as a person. And neither was his wife, neither was Batgirl III and it’s very common. Everyone ends-up being a little alienated, and a little misunderstood and disenfranchised, because people are not taught to think for themselves, instead they’re taught to go by some sort of script.

What is that script? I don’t know, necessarily. It’s probably mostly to be cool and chic and materialistic and happy and pleasant.

It’s very much a script where the more obedient you are to the script…the harder it is to get out of the script. It’s not reality.

Which is probably why drugs took off beyond the Sacklers…because so many people feel so anxious and lost in their own brain. And no one can figure out how to be happy or get close to each other or worship God, and now people are being brainwashed into becoming pedophiles or were.

The main idea is to keep people from being a problem, you know, force them to have a happy attitude. It’s extreme conformity on a group level, on a generational level.

And it’s possible that a huge amount of Al Franken’s rage towards Lacey should he be in the Illuminati is fueled by his absolute disgust that she’s not following the script.

“Lacey doesn’t read the script, no one ever gave her a copy.” says Lem.

“So she’s not in love with Mr. Blue at all?” asks a perfume hater. “Was she ever really in love with him or just the people he was impersonating?”

“No she’s not love with him at all and she never really was and she’s told the Illuminati that many times but they don’t want to hear it because it doesn’t follow the script and they’re ironically too lowly to realize that even about themselves. They don’t want to understand that he may have been channeling Michael Rockefeller and no she’s always been in love with someone else. It was never really him, and if he asked her for sex appropriately, she would’ve said no if she knew who he really was, an unequivocal no.” says Lem.

“But the bunny boiler would say something like that if she was still in love, and just trying to be like mean or clever!” says a woman.

“Actually a lot of people would say that about people that they’ve dated, ‘I didn’t really know who they were!’ and it’s usually when they’ve moved on. It’s very common, except this is more complicated because it was the Illuminati and he was possibly channeling a ghost.” says Lacey.

“So no, she’s not interested in him anymore just not attracted to him at all.” says a dead woman.

“Did Al Franken, see your breasts.” says a reader.

“I don’t know I don’t know it’s unclear.” says Lem about Lacey.

“Well anyway, that’s what’s going on potentially to some degree, he misread her as did many other people out of curiosity. But what is she supposed to be doing that she’s not doing, be honest.” Lem says to Al Franken.

“Well, I don’t know them probably being an idiot.” he says.

“Yeah, you really were handsome you were and you were short but you were handsome. Regardless, thinking that someone is going to be an idiot is probably a very dangerous assumption.” says Lem.

Silence.