The Architect by Kerry Muzzey plays.
(Adult content below)
Bobby sits on a sofa like in a Bette Midler film. The Prince of The Tide.
“It was just one tide.” says Bobby. “Or maybe two or three.”
“No more?” asks Elliott Roosevelt.
Bobby thinks. “Ahh…no.”
“Really? Just a few times.” says Elliott.
They all think.
“You know…you only need a few times.” says Bobby. He laughs. “How about we…be honest. We’re realizing through the art of Ms. Lacey Banks that Lem is hot.”
“Yes! She’s a grand artist of the American Theatre!” says Elliott.
“Bobby. Tell us what happened!” says Hugh Hefner.
Bobby laughs. Looks serious. Hand shaking. He reaches out for his coffee cup. Looks incredibly anxious, but unaware he looks anxious.
Bang by AJR plays.
“You know, I…I think I was molested.” says Bobby, suddenly. He looks increasingly serious as he tilts his slightly shaking head and looks for a way out through looking very bothered by it all.
“How old were you?” asks George Bush Jr..
“It doesn’t matter, Bobby! …It doesn’t matter.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior to George Bush Jr..
“I am George Bush, you’re Bobby Kennedy, and it does matter.” says George Bush Junior.
“OK fine I mean I was-I was 15 at the time.” says Bobby.
“So you were legally under age in the US but you were 15.” says Bill Gates.
“Yes! 15 is always too young to have sex with an adult. When you turn 18 a part of your brain switches and you suddenly become an adult. It’s a brain switch.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior, sincerely.
Bill Gates looks him perplexed.
“I think you’re trying to have a very nuanced discussion about this Bobby. But it’s not working. Some people think that you were probably supposed to have been an adult and other people think that you’re lying completely and still other people think you were molested at this point.” explains the CIA.
“Fine!” he says.
“So then tell us!” says Bill Gates.
“Tell you what!?” says Bobby.
“Tell us what happened!” says Bill Gates.
“No!” says Bobby.
“Bobby…your psychological health depends on it.” says Cheryl. “We need to win!!”
“Okay.” says Bobby. He turns to face Bill. Takes a deep breath.
Take Me Away by ACRAZE plays.
Bobby has been “dancing it off.”
Elevate by Mario Ochoa plays.
A young teenage hostage who escaped to Bill Gates’s van (his best option) sits with the men. He eats a mango popsicle and stares in shock at Bobby dancing in the strobe lights provided by his crew whenever he needs them.
“Is he going to be okay?” asks the boy.
“Yes! He just believes that he needs to dance.” says Bill Gates.
The boy looks disturbed. Possibly triggered.
“Who’s he dancing for?” asks the boy.
“We don’t know.” says Bill Gates.
“Someone is screwing him over!” says the kid, before eating his popsicle.
“Hey! Go out to the front. With the other kids.” says Bill Gates to the 12 year old.
“Is it safe now?” asks the 12 year old.
“Yeah! I just telepathically told them to shoot if necessary.” says Bill Gates.
The kid finds nothing surprising about this. He stands up and walks out to the front with his popsicle.
Once the child has left Bobby sits.
(Yes. If there’s an Illuminati the elite telepathically talk to each other.)
“Looks…it was…chill.” says Bobby.
“What happened?” asks Bill Gates. “You keep telling everyone it was ‘realz.’ What actually happened, Bobby?”
Bobby thinks.
“Just spill!” says Elliott Roosevelt.
“He shoved his hand down my pants!” says Bobby like he’s wounded.
“Huh! And then what!?” asks Cheryl.
Bobby stares off. Eats three baby carrots.
They all sit and stare.
“Looks…it’s…not a big deal. Let it go!” says Bobby, shrugging.
“No! What happened next?” asks Bill Gates.
“Umm…we rolled around on the ground.” says Bobby, smiling sadly.
“For how long?” asks Cheryl Hines.
“For-“ Bobby shrugs and looks like he wants to be perceived as both a victim and a lover. “For…hours.”
Cheryl whispers, “Hour-“ before Bill Gates cuts her off.
“Shhh.” Bill Gates says very carefully to Cheryl. “Let him continue.”
“So then what? …You rolled around on the ground for hours?” asks Bill Gates.
“Yeah. …I…made love.” says Bobby.
Cheryl looks like she could cry and laugh both. She fights to restrain herself.
“It was…the single most epic moment of my life.” says Bobby just as sincerely as he started. His tone hasn’t changed.
“Bobby we don’t think you really had sex.” says a psychologist there.
“Ha! You would!” says Bobby. He scoffs. “Look! It was molestation. But…only because I was…so hot. …If I had had sex with him at this age…it wouldn’t be. …But I was so hot back then.” explains Bobby, in grave seriousness.
“So. You didn’t actually experience molestation?” says Bill Gates.
“No! It’s just…I was technically too hot.” says Bobby. “In Italy it works still. Because even though the legal age of consent is 15…I was too hot. So…technically I think he could have molested me until I was in my 30’s.”
“Are you being serious?!?” asks Cheryl with a smile, in restrained horror.
“Yes! This is the stuff I talk about with my psychologist. We…want to bring you into our safe zone. Remember?” asks Bobby.
“Cool!” says Cheryl nodding.
“Okay! So can I go on, please!?” asks Bobby.
“Yes!!” says Cheryl.
“Okay.” says Bobby laughing. “So…we rolled around on the ground. For…three hours.”
“Just rolling Bobby?” asks his psychologist.
“Yeah. It was a thing we did.” says Bobby.
“Wow. Go on.” says the psychologist.
Bobby eats.
“I have…no idea. I mean…we eventually moved to the bathtub.” says Bobby.
He eats more.
“In the bathtub we…did heroin. And then he told me, ‘Lem…is…dead.’” says Bobby.
“Where did he touch you?” asks the psychologist.
“He shoved his hand down my pants.” says Bobby.
“Back or front?” asks the psychologist.
“Why!? Why-“ says Bobby. He looks confused.
He eats.
“Which one was it?” asks the psychologist.
“Umm.” Bobby stops and thinks. “Back?”
“Back?” says the psychologist.
“Yeah. The back?” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.
He eats.
“Where?” asks the psychologist.
“The back!” yells Bobby.
“But we don’t know where. Where?” asks the psychologist.
“The back!?” says Bobby. “He grabbed by back.”
“Oh! For a huge hug.” says Cheryl, with bizarre hope.
Bobby looks confused but quickly hides it. “YES!!”
“So he embraced you?” asks the psychologist.
“Yes! And I embraced him. And then we fell to the floor and started rolling around.” says Bobby.
“So…when was the penetration?” asks Cheryl.
“It was after the election.” says Bobby, looking sleepy.
“When??!?” asks the psychologist.
“We fucked in the hotel room, like I said.” says Bobby.
“Wait! I thought we were in Lem’s apartment?” says the psychologist.
“Oh! Yeah. …No. So…he penetrated me. Often.” says Bobby.
“Right. …But this was your first time?” asks the psychologist.
“Yeah! We made love in a hotel room after the election.
Anyway…
*he eats*
I…think we talked in the shower and then…he carried me to bed and fucked me.” says Bobby.
“Wow! Where!?” asks the psychologist.
“In bed.” says Bobby.
“In his apartment?” asks the psychologist.
Bobby eats.
“Yes!” says Bobby.
“So…where did he penetrate you?” asks the psychologist.
“In my mouth.” says Bobby, eating carrots.
“You…ate…him?” asks the psychologist.
“Yeah. In a way.” says Bobby, starting on chocolate cake.
“So…you…ate…his cock?” asks the psychologist.
“Yeah. And then…he ate mine.” says Bobby.
“Did you cum?” asks the psychologist.
“No.
No…our relationship never progressed to that.” says Bobby.
“What did you do?” asks Cheryl.
“We…made love.” says Bobby shrugging.
“Where was the passion?” asks Cheryl.
“We…had lots of passion.” says Bobby. “But it died.”
“Like us!?” asks Cheryl.
“Yeah. Like us.” says Bobby, sadly.
“Bobby…none of this happened. Your story. None of it happened.” says Bill Gates.
Loving You by Cannons plays (for us).
“No. No!” says Bobby. He eats the cake.
“Bobby…you never had any sexual contact with Lem?” asks Cheryl.
Bobby looks sad. Finishes his cake.
“Bobby. You made that up?” asks Elliott.
“I’m not legally obligated to tell you!” says Bobby to Elliott Roosevelt.
“I’m a ghost.” says Elliott, shrugging.
“So!?!” says Bobby, drinking milk.
“Bobby. You make up sexy-fuck bullshit. Because it’s the Kennedy brand.” says the Illuminati.
“Yes! But…this really happened!” says Bobby. He eats a sandwich wrap. And potato chips.
“You were hungry.” says Cheryl.
Bobby laughs. “It’s no lie!” he jokes to her.
“Bobby…you need to be honest. You never had sexual contact of any sort of with Lem?” asks the Illuminati.
“Whatever! It’s my lie. And I hate you.” he says menacingly.
“Why do you like that lie?” asks Cheryl.
“Because he was actually trying to kill you.” says the Illuminati.
“No! Heroin isn’t lethal. Fentanyl is!” says Bobby, eating potato chips.
“There’s- Ahh…” says the Illuminati.
“Lacey you know about heroin.” says Bobby to Lacey. He laughs. “If there’s reincarnation, I have a very strong suspicion she had a heroin addiction in her last life.”
“Yes! For a week.” says Lacey.
“See! Caught you!” says Bobby. He laughs.
“But you never had sex with Lem!” says the Illuminati to Bobby.
“I refuse to answer that. It’s pointless!” says Bobby. He shrugs.
“Why is it pointless?” asks Lem (telepathically through Lacey’s room).
“Because! I…have…to.” says Bobby.
“Have to what!?” asks Lem.
“Keep it confidential.” says Bobby.
“Keep what confidential!?” asks Elliott.
“Look. I had sexual contact I just can’t recall the details.” says Bobby. He sips a soda.
“No. You didn’t!” says the Illuminati.
“Don’t make me be an honest Jew! …My mother Lacey and my father Lem…were heroin addicts. And…it messed with my head.” says Bobby.
“They aren’t your parents, Bobby.” says the Illuminati.
“Fine!” says Bobby, eating another wrap.
“Bobby…you lied. You lie well. Lots of people believe you. But Lacey knows you’re possibly lying. …But…we just don’t.” says Jake Tapper.
“So!?” says Bobby.
“So!!?” says Jake Tapper.
“Yeah. I need to win. And I have a way to do it. And Lem being gay and not bisexual or straight and being into me…is part of my personality. It’s my public identity. …And…I can’t mess with that right now. I’m getting…exhausted!”
“The press might have made up the story about Lem and Bobby to cover for the Kennedys. …They needed it. Both the press and the Kennedys. …It was collusion. …And they…chose to gloss over inconsistencies.
Ever since then…no one has been able to ‘figure out what happened.’ Because most people aren’t like Lacey. …See…I’m mad at Tom Banks too. But…the same traits that made him a bootlegger…make her…daring in the same way.” says the CIA.
This blog is bootleg truth.
“Bobby…why were you trying to sleep with them?” asks Dodi Al Fayed.
“To…have good sex! …They’re hot!” says Bobby.
“But…they’re parental.” says Dodi Al Fayed.
“Yeah. But they’re not my parents!” says Bobby, walking.
“So…you shouldn’t refer to him as a father.” says Dodi.
“No. He’s a father figure.” says Bobby.
“He’s not. You want to sleep with both him and Lacey. …You single-white-female them like Jack.” says Dodi.
“In a way. Okay? But…then…why are we talking?” says Bobby.
“Because…you know why. They don’t sleep with you and that makes you angry.” says Dodi.
“Yeah. Okay.” admits Bobby.
“Bobby why were you at the Billings’s house?“ asks the CIA.
“I was trying to get him to use heroin because I had a crush on him and I hated him and I wasn’t sure whether I should try to kill him or if I should have sex with him. I might not be entirely straight and I might’ve had a bit of a crush on him and so I thought you know I am going to try to seduce him with heroin and I was an absolutely awful kid and so I got started going to his house to try to seduce him And then my mother sent me there and umm…I ended up just living there for a while and I guess he was trying to kill me. He never try to seduce me but he might’ve tried to kill me. I didn’t realize it though at the time and no one’s ever told me so I didn’t know that until the last three or four years from Lacey that he might’ve actually been trying to kill me.” says Bobby.
“But Bobby, you were trying to kill him.” says the CIA.
“ yes I was trying to kill him but I didn’t think that he would try to kill me. You know I didn’t mean for him to do that.” says Bobby.
“ I know I I just I just I I can’t understand why you don’t get it you prompted a response and that man where he wanted to kill you back.” says the CIA.
“ yeah OK but I’ve never processed that because I’m a narcissist.” says Bobby.
“ where are you know Bobby you just left lunch with Bill where are you now?” asks the CIA. “ if you’re going to be president, you’ve got to learn to be more honest or we can’t protect you and one of your body doubles could easily replace you and become president while you’re dead from who the hell knows what you could be stuck in a box somewhere in Cuba and we would never know.”
“ but then you have psychics they can’t monitor me?” asks Bobby.
“ oh, it’s not always easy. Michael ended up dead in Papua New Guinea, and the psychics could never figure it out or if they did it was very cagey. It was very clouded. Somethings are very hard to know one of them for Lacey is whether or not there’s reincarnation that that is very hard for her to know, she doesn’t miss here much but it’s hard for her to figure out what’s going on with that one she ask God and it’s somewhat confusing so that’s the problem. She’s not a psychic, but even her talking to the Holy Spirit somethings are hard to hear and weak, we can’t we can’t we can’t we can’t monitor you perfectly through psychics.” says the CIA.
“ well, OK.” says Bobby.
“ bobby this is Case closed. Lem Billings was straight and he never molested you end of story.” says Elliott Roosevelt.
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