Lacey’s…Period

About The Weather by Tom Rosenthal plays.

Last night Lacey and Lem went to bed. Together.

And just like Pam…she woke up…bloodied?

The Kennedy men shake their asses. Diarrhea floods out.

Why?

Why is diarrhea shooting out of Kennedy adult male assholes?

“Lem!?” suggest many gay living men with a sigh, smirk or both.

“Lem…got sexually hungry. For love.” says a Native American man.

Bobby Kennedy Jr. laughs. He laughs a genuinely high-pitched laugh. He blushes.

Bobby Kennedy Jr. bends over. He laughs, frazzled.

(No, dear reader. It wasn’t Lem. Lem slept with Lacey last night. And he never left their bed all night. And he’s not omnipotent or omnipresent. But…they don’t necessarily know that.)

Chemtrails Over The Country Club by Lana Del Rey plays.

“I’m in the water!” sings Gideon mockingly as a Townsend. “I’m a Townsend.”

“The Kennedy wit strikes again!” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

A group of dead Sioux and Dakota cool kids grab four electric pianos and cigarette lighters. They play the melody to Chemtrails Over The Country Club quietly, softly.

It’s dark. The audience sits in metal folding chairs.

A leader of the Sioux gets in front of the audience. He grabs a microphone. Stands there almost silently.

“I’m feeling the spirit.” he says sullenly.

Everyone quiets themselves. Faces front.

“It’s been weighing on my heart a lot.” he says.

People silence themselves to hang on his every word.

“The spirit has told me…the rivers will rise.” says the dead Sioux leader. “There is coming a time when there will be many floods in the land.” He grabs his Bible. He holds it under his arm. “The spirit is…telling me now that someone in the audience has an ear infection?”

People look around. “Is there someone here with an ear infection?” he asks.

No one in the audience seems to have an ear infection.

“In these coming last days…the spirit will flood the nations.” he says.

He rests his Bible on a metal stand.

“It’s…a great time to be alive!” he says suddenly, cheerfully. “Because the spirit of our people…is working on the land.”

He opens the Bible.

“Did I just reference the Holy Spirit or The Spirit of My Ancestors?” he asks sincerely. “How do any of you really listen…to people in these positions of power? And really discern using the Holy Bible and the Holy Spirit…what I’m trying to say?” He thinks. “Or what I’m really even saying?”

He opens the Bible to Ezekiel.

Then he laughs.

“What if…I didn’t believe in Christ as my savior? What would I, as an adult in 2019, allow?” he says. “How much has changed since then?”

Night Thoughts by Else plays suddenly on the expensive sound system as the men in the Kennedy family dance out in front of the audience. Joe Kennedy Senior looks extremely disturbed. In absolute shock he stands in front of the crowd looking to be having a mental breakdown. But aside from him the rest of them go on with the production as planned.

The stench of diarrhea fills the room from their tan, stained 1980’s Docker’s khaki pants. Since it’s the Kennedy Family the people in the audience ignore the smell and try to figure out psychologically how they’re supposed to enjoy it.

A brave woman pulls her tee shirt over her nose.

They’re shaking their asses as JFK and Bobby Kennedy Jr. do Eminem-like hand gestures and lead awkward, synchronized dancing. All choreographed to Night Thoughts by Else.

As the dancers begin to sweat the stench permeates the air even more and unfortunately Ted loses control of his bowels and they squirt out. And after that Joe Kennedy Senior vomits.

But…Bobby Kennedy Jr….is unaware. He truly seems almost entirely oblivious. He motions for a group of men to come and violently take two people out of their seats in the front row. And then he stands on the seats and begins a strip tease.

IPlayYouListen by ODESZA plays.

“Pump up the beats!” he says gleefully. And as he strips he too shoots diarrhea onto the floor near the feet of the audience. He doesn’t notice this.

On the overhead projection behind them an image of his dead father shows. It flips to another photo of his dead father. And at that they all undress. And two of them vomit and lose their bowels in the process. They all are gleefully unaware, however.

As the song dies down…the Kennedy men pause and patiently vomit or poop as a film of Robert Kennedy saying a speech from the 1960’s plays. It’s one about racial reconciliation.

People start pulling fabric over their faces. But they remain in the audience.

Mystic Sea by Koresma plays.

The Kennedy men, obviously all fighting GI tract viruses, look awful as they dance around the front. And they all also seem gleefully unaware. Or try to seem blissfully unaware in Joe Kennedy Senior’s case.

Standing on his metal chairs, Bobby Kennedy Jr. looks ready to faint. But has someone quickly inject him with speed. So he starts jumping on the metal seats and falls backwards into a puddle of poop and vomit.

A photo of Rose Kennedy is seen in the background now.

It’s followed by this photo of Jackie.

And then this photo.

“LEM AND I ARE ON RUN!” yells Bobby Kennedy Jr.. Then he almost faints but is held up by his hired lawyers. They hand him the cordless microphone. Shaking and very sick he holds the microphone. “My god!” he says trying to laugh. “Sex! Sex is great. I love sexy sex.” he says. Then he rallies. “JUST KIDDING!” he screams. “I had sex with Lem Billings last night.” he says sincerely. “I don’t consciously recall it. But…I KNOW it happened!” he says sincerely. “I KNOW IT DID!!” he screams. He looks around them. “I’m not possessive, y’all.” says Bobby Kennedy Jr.. He backs-up. “He fucked all of his…with his giant spiritual cock.” he announces sincerely, and with conviction.

Paris by Else plays.

And at that the lights begin to flicker causing many people to leave, as they are afraid of getting a seizure.

But…the Kennedy men…stay and dance. They twirl around. Five of them begin vomiting and the rest faint, except for Bobby. Bobby is high on speed. He has severe chest pains…but decides to ignore them.

JFK has gone unconscious. He lays there ejaculating from a wet dream. He fell asleep about 15 minutes earlier.

One Day They’ll Know by Pretty Lights plays.

“He’s FUCKING LEM! Oh my gosh, you guys!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. sincerely. He licks his lips in confusion. They feel dry. He takes this a SURE sign that Lem fucked him into dehydration. He feels pity for Jack.

He snaps his fingers and To Stay by PLÜM plays.

He grabs the microphone and as the last Kennedy man literally standing he dances faintly.

He sings badly and out of tune to To Stay. He even goes for the high notes at the end.

People stupidly all clap.

“I fucked him too.” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. sweetly.

Ted Jr. crawls forward and tries to grab Bobby Kennedy Jr.’s foot. Bobby Kennedy Jr. begins hopping around trying to shake off his first-cousin. His cousin grabs his other foot. So he starts shimmying in place.

“Oh my god, Bobby! I so understand!” says a female in the CIA who was standing in the audience. She darts forward and holds him up trying to dance with him. His cousin gives up and starts begging for water.

“You’re all just sick! I don’t think any of you were fucked!” yells a man group of paramedics.

A group of kind cleaners in hazmat suits arrive moments later to clean.

“Lacey! Suck my cock again!” yells JFK in his sleep. Of course it’s just a dream. The paramedics decide to let him lay there.

The photo on display changes to the following.

Tainted Love by Milky Chance plays.

“Tainted Love??” shouts Bobby Kennedy Jr. with whatever strength he has left. “OH MY GOSH!!! LEM IS TRYING TO COMMISSION MY HEART!” he says cheerfully.

(It’s actually a song about JFK and Brett. But being a delusional narcissist he assumes it’s about him.)

“Okay. Umm…” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. powered by demonic possession. “DANIEL DAY LEWIS!” he says pointing at someone unseen.

Disparate Youth by Santigold plays.

“Lem sucked my cock. Just now in my sleep.” says JFK into the microphone. He’s being serious.

The ground is cleaned and only JFK and Bobby Kennedy Jr. are the only Kennedy men left standing. Everyone else is gone.

Naked and filthy they stand preparing themselves with demonic assistance.

They bounce each other’s hips. This photo is displayed in the background.

They giggle, both thinking Lem is powerfully and profoundly in love with them for eternity. But not each of them. Jack Kennedy believes it’s about him. Bobby Kennedy Jr. thinks it’s about him.

Showers are set up behind them. And they take turns showering.

Cleaned off they dance.

Goosebumps by HVME plays.

Both men think the song is about them. Returning and leaving with soft drinks being sold outside…the audience cheers. It’s turned into a seemingly ‘professional’ performance. The lights are perfectly synchronized to the music. The air smells suddenly clean and fresh.

Spray tanners arrive and Bobby and JFK with demonic assistance look suddenly healthy. They even feel healthy. It’s curious whether they are ‘healthy’…but it’s doubtful.

Lots of good power died from Covid 19. But not all good power.

Jump Around by House of Pain plays.

Bobby and Jack take it as a cue to fight over Lem playfully to prove their superiority. It’s clear they both think they’re the winner and at being nice.

The audience cheers them on. They laugh. They both believe they’re being good sports.

Vinny emerges as an actual full body apparition in the background, behind Jack and Bobby. He’s jogging in place wearing a 1980’s grey Hanes sweatsuit. He looks like Rocky. The audience opens their mouths slightly in awe when he disappears. He reappears slightly.

He sticks his hand through the ground. It’s possible he’s trying to help the audience understand that they’re watching the supernatural. They seem to completely miss the point. And instead they bored watching him.

Who Am I by Snoop Dogg plays.

Vinny cries as he disappears.

Amazingly Jack Kennedy and Bobby Jr. Kennedy continue to dance competitively with each other over Lem.

Bobby and Jack will go on dancing over Lem forever?

“No! I can’t allow that.” says a dead Native American chief from New Amsterdam.

“Why not?” asks Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy, haughtily.

“Because I won’t let you.” says another Native American chief restraining her. Tied to her metal folding chair seat she hops around the audience.

The Cattle Call by Eddy Arnold plays.

The American flag attached to two silicone dildos are offered to the two Kennedy men from the leader of the New Amsterdam tribe.

“I’m not doing this. It’s perverted.” they both say condescendingly. They make faces to indicate how gross they think it is.

“Eww!” says JFK to everyone and no one

“I warned you.” Lacey says to the Native American tribe from New Amsterdam.

Back In The Saddle Again by Gene Autry plays.

“Aww! Lem loves me!” shouts JFK with absolute confidence.

Bobby Kennedy Jr. laughs in kind Boomer condescension. He chooses to completely ignore his uncle.

Git Along Little Doggies by Sons Of The Pioneers plays next.

“LEM!! I HEAR YOUR WILD HEART IN MY POSSUM!” says Bobby Kennedy Jr. sincerely.

They dance. The demon power is dying off. They’ll need another hit soon.

Big Bad John by Jimmy Dean plays.

The two men dance.

And then out of nowhere the flag and the dildos are shoved up their assholes. They both seem unaware, possibly due to demonic circumstances in their bodies.

Have I Told You Lately That I Love You by Gene Audrey plays as the New Amsterdam tribe lights the American flag on fire.

The two men march in place as the fire quickly works it’s way up to their assholes.

They don’t notice the fire as it burns their skin. The demons did not, in fact, protect them as they had planned in this case? Their bottoms start burning.

(You’re The) Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley plays.

JFK and Bobby continue to march in place as their bodies are lit on fire. They grin, unaware. When the fire reaches their faces and feet they begin to wonder what’s going on. But they continue marching in place.

The song finishes and their bodies turn into marching flames.

The Old Chisholm Trail by Gene Autry plays.

The audience gets bored and begins walking out.

Eventually only Rose hoping around is watching as Bobby and JFK stand as flames, marching.

And at that Lacey loses patience.

She douses them with water.

“Bring in the Nazis.” says Lacey.

Written On The Sky II by Max Richter plays.

And at that a herd of perfect German Nazis marches in and decides to put Bobby Kennedy Jr. and Jack Kennedy and anyone who agrees with them through a perfect Holocaust.

“Here. Write a story about it. You’re both so talented!” says Anne Frank sarcastically to both of them. She hands them a pencil and paper.

“NEITHER OF YOU CAN WRITE WORTH SHIT!” yells Lacey at them both. “YOU’RE BOTH LYING, CHEATING CON ARTISTS!”

Silence.

“You and Jack both use ghost writers.” Lacey says to Chris Hayes. “And your ideas are pretentious, patronizing, intellectually insulting bullshit anyway.”

“Listen…how about…we…have sex?” says JFK to Lacey.

“No, thanks.” says Lacey cheerfully.

She looks at Bobby. He shrugs. “You can’t fuck me as much as you want to…because I’m too elite.”

“I’m not interested anyway.” says Lacey, kindly.

Then she lets the Nazis take them away, along with Joe Kennedy Senior and Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy.

The Nazis escort them away.

“Didn’t Jack have a nice Jewish boyfriend?” asks Eunice.

“He decided Lem was far too in love with him ‘to be left alone’ and Lacey was the problem.” says Stanley Kubrick. “Bobby Kennedy Jr. agreed.

“Lacey isn’t the problem. And Lem insists he’s in love with Lacey and was and is straight.” says Michael Rockefeller.

Louis Hill Jr. screams. In exasperation as well.

Harold Loeb laughs. It’s funny to him now.

Jack Kennedy has a scrawny body and a slightly too large head. His torso is especially ugly.

He hid is hideous naked body with great clothes. Clothes that made his head look proportionate. He looks handsome here. He DEFINITELY seems to genuinely believe he’s handsome too?

But Kennedy men likely all have skinny long or just puny cocks. It’s unlikely they’re at all aware of this, if it’s true.

Louis was the man on the far right. He was humble. But certainly more manly. His young wife who flirts with the camera here is possible proof?

Look at Michael Rockefeller’s arms. His great shoulders. His solid waste. His loose pants and his great butt. Be careful. He was tall not petit. He was hot.

Look how skinny and scrawny and effeminate Rip and Jack Kennedy look by comparison.

Bobby Kennedy Sr. was a literally small man. Not Michael Rockefeller.

Joe Kennedy Jr. also looked terrible naked.

Michael was elegant and possibly bisexual but not unsexy to a heterosexual feminine eye.

And look at Louis’s handsome face.

The way Harold Loeb stares at the camera with such masculine confidence and intelligence and possession is fascinating. He looks so aware.

Look at those arms and that sexy chin on Harold Loeb.

See…the problem is…these men are the men who Lacey is passing up to be with Lem…for eternity. …Just Lem. …Only Lem.

Low Five by Sneaker Pimps plays.

When you’re actually having sex…you have to actually have sex with other adult human body in front of you. Or behind you. You can’t lie and truly enjoy yourself.

And…the problem is…

And the problem is…as handsome as Lem is and was…he…didn’t look like this.

And when you’re a woman with a man on top of you…having missionary position sex…you see a man’s stomach. And his chest. And his arms to some degree and certainly his face. And…so…as much as Lacey concedes Lem’s ultimate physical superiority…he genuinely cannot become Michael. And so Lacey has to give up Harold’s refreshing brilliance and kindness and Scott, Zelda and Hemingway and crew…and Paris and Madrid and New York in the 1920’s…to be with Lem. And so Lacey has to give up Michael’s amazingly gifted body and heart to be with just Lem. And so Lacey has to give up Louis’s…awe-inspiring…everything…to be with Lem.

Louis’s family inspired the grandeur of the F. Scott Fitzgerald’s most famous novel.

A Real Gust of Wind by Cemeteries plays.

“What in the world? Do you think I enjoy giving up all that? I don’t. It’s very unpleasant. So…why do you assume so much fear on my part, Jack?!?” asks Lacey, aghast.

“It’s insane Jack.” says Michael Rockefeller