Okay. Let’s play.
It’s a play. And…the play is the thing.
N. O. R. E. “Nothin” plays.
Let’s just make this easy. I’ll go back to the nails. That Chris Hayes and Erin put in my head before I was born being in the Illuminati before I was born. Why because the British ruled THE WORLD.
Y’all already done killed me. Why you keep going on and on and on and on? Huh? You bored?
It’s kinda…weird.
Do those nerdy, dorky, worthless losers realize they’re being weird?
“No.” says a woman.
“Why?” says another woman.
“They’re peasants!” she says.
“That’s awful. What in the world am I supposed to do?!?” asks Lacey in horror.
“We could kill them.” says the Lady.
“Oh thank goodness you still know what I’m talking about.” says Lacey.
“They’re fools!” says the first woman.
And at that she’s shot in the head.
The actual Irish laugh.
“Anyway. Now what?” asks Lacey.
“Who’s on your list?” asks the Lady.
1. Flossy
2. Kicker
3. Mercy Beans
4. Mr. Tie
5. Handsome
6. Dodo
7. Coolee
8. Sharpie Sniffer
9. Jackie Kennelsbergstein
10. River Mouth
11. Sassy Frack Cunt
12. The Misfit Sock Suckers
13. Sassy Bitch
14. Duckworth Floation
15. The FIRST
will die slowly. Become slow. Fast. Steady.
Do it. If they don’t die…I worry.
“We can never kill people. Ever.” says the Pope. “Give all your money away. There’s no Hell. You’re happy. If you’re not happy then you’re in Hell. I’m God. You’re Mary. We’re dying. Don’t eat paste.
“Or…just pray to Jesus.
“Who’s dying?” asks Bill Gates.
“You. Says God.” says a gay man to Lacey trying to convince her she’s going to die because she’s pure evil.
“The Green Sallies.” says Lacey. “Are you expecting me to be dumb enough to incriminate myself. They’re going to die.”
Flower (B-Sides) by Moby plays.
“Who’s a Green Sallie?” asks Tommy Woodenleg.
“Bobs.” says a black womb.
“I’m not ugly and stupid. I’m reality and I’m a demigod.” says some bald white billionaire with an ugly wife who spent $700,000 to look like a trans version of Lacey.
“That’s my best friend.” says Chris Hayes.
Keen to Cross the Pond 