“Ode To My Family” by Bobby Kennedy Junior

Ode To My Family by The Cranberries plays.

Cheryl Bear will be helping me write this today.

That man might be a real person but he’s not being channeled by the Illuminati or Lacey. He didn’t write any song. That’s a lie. But that’s okay. We have to allow for creative dreams. My dreams of my father are strong.

People Magazine and I are close. Okay?

But that’s Ethel. Ethel is my mom.

Ethel Skakel Kennedy. Her middle name is Buttercup. Shh. It’s a secret.

Untitled (Figures) by Max Richter plays.

My family is actually very complicated.

Oh Bobby…every family is complicated. That’s what you’re thinking. Right?

But not like mine.

The song plays.

The song ends.

Sketchbook by Max Richter plays.

Who’s that? Oh! That’s just Patricia Wilson…and Joseph Kennedy Junior.

You don’t think I know. Or knew. But I do.

I knew Joe was a mist. But…as meteorologists often say…every cloud that threatens rain….can rain. Even if it’s seemingly harmless to a day at the beach. Right? Just a tiny cloud. What could it do? But every drop matters when you’re spending a day at the beach with family or friends.

That’s Caroline, me, Kirk Lemoyne Billings and my cousin Chris. Chris Lawford. His father was Peter Lawford.

Did the Illuminati throw parties at their house? Yes. If there’s an Illuminati. Of course they did.

Jan’s Notebook by Max Richter plays.

I saw sex. At a very young age. But it was by accident.

Who was it I saw? Not my family but ten people in an orgy. On the carpeted floor at my Uncle Peter Lawford’s house. And it was…weird. But…I asked nobody any questions. And I’ve told nobody until today.

But accidents happen, don’t they? And we must learn to respect the learning and developmental process that unfurls in our daily lives. Every inch of growth and movement in our daily lives is essential to make us…us.

That’s my family. They aren’t special. They’re an average family. They’re just like your family.

Sing for Absolution by Muse plays.

There are no abnormal people. In our own way we’re all profoundly normal. Aren’t we?

There are no true elite people. There are no true elite players. Just players…in…a game.

No. Color theory isn’t that complicated, Lem. Not really.

But you find my family fascinating. Don’t you?

Yeah. They were photographed a lot. Some said too much and make jokes about it.

But that’s just being a player in the game.

You love us. Admit it.

What’s so special about us? We refuse to lose. Ever. But that’s not special. Everyone is like that when they’re given the proper opportunity.

Casi is another player who refuses to lose. And that’s why the Illuminati loves her. She’s our beacon of hope. She reminds us why we care.

We’re In This Together by Nine Inch Nails plays.

Is Casi as famous as my “overly photographed” family? No. Okay she’s not. But she is one of us. And like us she refuses to quit.

For the laborers of love…the work is never done. And we need people who don’t quit. Just like me. Just like you. Just like Casi. Let’s bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Earth. Right Al Long? Right Dr. Thorsten Moritz?

Yes, I’m Catholic. But I’m not afraid.

The song plays.

Love…never dies on Earth.

Love is eternal on Earth.

On Earth true love has no end. And our lives are, while not perfect or eternal, everlasting.

Soft by Washed Out plays.

Do I believe in death after life? Here’s a better question: Do I believe in death itself?

And the answer is no. No. To be honest with the current advances in cryogenics I’m not expecting to be frozen for longer than a few months to years at most. Yes. Cryogenics.

I’m being honest.

Queen Elizabeth II refused progress. Instead opting to truly die fully before being frozen. And she did that out of respect for Diana and her beloved husband. Diana couldn’t be frozen. And I respect that. But, most of us nowadays prefer to conquer death. Players…refusing to quit the game we love. It’s not that we keep living, see. It’s that we never die.

Of course the Chinese always preach to me about reincarnation. But I don’t believe in reincarnation. Not really. I…believe…in the game. I believe in the power and beauty of the game. And we…are the players.

Hayling by FC Kahuna plays.

My father is dead.

My father isn’t frozen.

Does that make me sad? Sometimes. I’m just a player in the game, after all. Right? But we can’t think about the past and let it keep us from thinking about the future.

Bodysnatchers by Radiohead plays.

And my father isn’t frozen. Fine. My mom will be.

There is no God. Honey….peaches…my love…there’s just…US.

You know it. I know it. They know it. She’s aware. He’s aware. It’s…science. And everyone knows how much Bill loves science.

Yes. I do have a wicked sense of humor.

Oh? You want in on the action? Cryogenics? Fine. I’ll work on it.

Make…me…your….PRESIDENT. NOW.

“Why should I?” you ask.

I’ll tell you why, nigger. Because we don’t own you.

We are the United States of America.

And in this country we have manners, Ma’am.

Woot!

Take Her Home by Kenny Chesney plays.

Why didn’t Lem fuck a woman? Because…he didn’t want to. It’s that simple. The game is complicated…but the hearts of the players are simple. If a man wants something he goes out and has to get it. And if he doesn’t try it’s always because he doesn’t want to.

Have I seen death? Yes. But I’m a heartfelt man. Even while I play the game…I respect the other players. Even while I win the battles daily ma’am, I always let the losers lose with grace and mercy. I’m a gentle man. Thank you Lem for raising me right.

Did my wife hang herself? Yes. But that’s the Wild West. And I’m cowboy…at times.

Take Forever by Cooper Alan plays.

My forever…is for real, ma’am.

No. Mary didn’t want to be frozen.

And hey. That’s okay.

Mary was my soulmate. And she ALWAYS will be. ALWAYS.

She will ALWAYS BE MINE and nobody else’s.

Someday she will be…sorry. If the Chinese are on to something.

Everything’s Gonna Be Alright by David Lee Murphy & Kenny Chesney plays.

How are we aware of cryogenics? Well…my Great Grandfather Kennedy was a salon owner of one popular location in Boston. But my Grandpa Kennedy was a financier. He made his money in real estate. We’re rich because he was one of the most successful and brilliant men to ever exist.

America is a great country.

We don’t have a clue what it means. Do we? All of this. But we try. We all try.

And how did Eunice help us? She dressed like a man.

Yea. I said it. My aunts and mother dressed like men.

Lacey Banks wears clothes like this.

They show off her boobs.

But men like Lem who she likes…like women like the hitters in my family. They like hardcore bitches with brains. They like women like Jackie. Because you know he would I have hit her up…if he’d not decided to be gay by choice. No. Gay is a choice. And he chose to be gay. You can’t read someone’s sexuality. That’s not real. We don’t have sexual energy in that way. How do you freeze sexual energy? You can’t. Bill says so.

A man who is hot and raffish and ready to party at all hours…like my best friend Lem…likes men because men are…men. And he likes to surround himself with women who dress like men. And women…who…are…different.

No. Lem seems straight to Lacey? Whatever. It’s a trick. I talk to dead people too. …Don’t worry. I’m in on the secret games. And I’ll deal you in.

Only by Nine Inch Nails plays.

No. Lacey reads him as straight. But that’s just Lem being a rapskallion. He was OBVIOUSLY gay.

“I agree. She’s just seeing his raffish nature.” says Eunice.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s what she’d say. Because it’s true. No. I’m straight and yet I’m tenderhearted so I seem gay but I’m not.

The thing is…he surrounded himself with women who dressed like men. Like Eunice. And my mom and Jackie had tits but not like Marilyn and Lacey’s. Even Joan was less curvy in her own way than women like Marilyn and Lacey. And I’ve always preferred those women too. They’re still supposedly women right? They identify as that. So good enough! But they are so much less abrasive than Marilyn.

I mean that’s me!!!

And that’s Lacey! She’s not too curvy like Marilyn but it’s close.

Why would you want her when you could have a man. And yes. Yes. It’s a choice. See…I see through all your bullshit. ALWAYS.

I know…it’s just…a game.

That’s a hot body.

That is HAWT!

Not this shit:

I mean you can see it already. Dammit. I can’t stand it.

Nah! That’s it! That girl understood the assignment!

Don’t give me that Lacey has tiny boobs. Al Franken looked. He did. And he seemed bothered by it. Like it really disturbed him. He still doesn’t like to talk about it.

My mom wasn’t that…loud.

But that’s okay. See…Casi is an exception. She’s huge but she’s so huge it’s almost meaningless. Too much is like…not a bad thing. Because it’s…a way of being discreet too.

What’s a perfect human body?

Probably that man!

But…I choose not to date him. It’s a choice.

Stinkfist by TOOL plays.

Why did my mother send me to live with Mr. K. Lemoyne Billings? Because…I asked too many questions she couldn’t answer. Like, “Why do men put their penis in other men’s butts?” I asked that after I was exposed to dirty pictures my older brother had. And she felt I was really better suited to live with a gay man who could mentor me, after my father died. Understand me. And he did! He was the best friend I ever had! We rarely talked about sex, to be honest. But we did spend a lot of time together and we felt that we were best friends and I learned a lot from him.

He told me to marry someone like Jackie. So…I did.

Yes. There’s a similarity.

Yes. Yes, Mary is mine. Yes Mary looks like Jackie.

No. She’s not fat. She’s…juicy? Is that what weirdos call it? I mean…that’s not just padding. And I can tell it’s…not honest. She’s probably made for this suit.

See…I know she looks almost exactly like this woman. Just with smaller boobs. But the boobs are the same shape? Maybe not quite. But they’re…similar. Maybe Lacey has smaller shoulders too.

They do look similar though. I know. I’ve walked in on Lem and her lots of times. To save him. Really. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not.

See…that’s not attractive. But it’s nice! And women like Lacey should wear that kinda swimsuit.

See…they are shaped differently than women today. And Lacey looks like them too. But really she looks more like this woman:

Did all women look like that though in the past with their clothes off? It’s an interesting look. There’s lots of fat on them. And Kim has curves. Kim Kardashian but she’s not that…maternal looking. Like…those boobs scream “Breast milk!” I look and see food.

Ha!

That’s GISELE!! DAMN!!!

My wife done look like that hoes.

Yeah. Cheryl is curvy in a way like Lacey. But not really. Cheryl is more contemporary looking. And I love that. It’s curvy but…less maternal and actually Cheryl has bigger boobs. So.

She has hot tits but they’re not…breast milk tits. You know? They’re…pretty tits.

See Lacey’s boobs are slightly smaller but they jump out at you! And Cheryl’s boobs…they’re pretty. And they’re better to me. And they remind me that I’m a man.

She does photograph almost verbatim. And I love it. People should or they should look better. It’s a flaw.