Perverse French People III

Fancy by Iggy Azalea plays.

“I don’t and didn’t understand why we have to care about oil…in the ground.” says Wall Street sarcastically. “We love Lacey.” They do!

Lacey’s mind is literally quit like the Stock Market. Her fallen soul is money. She is money.

And so in 2030 most of Wall Street jumps.

Calabria 2007 by Enur plays. How? They start “hallucinating” ghostly women like Lacey…and the women encourage them to climb up to the highest heights in NYC and…fly. And so…they do. Happily. And for the Christians…and those who worship Christ…it’s a sweet, fun death in all honesty. Sure…it’ll be back to the grindstone for them once they’re dead, so to speak. But…the “living” Earth has become a hellhole according to most of them. And so for some at least slightly good-hearted men left alive in Wall Street they get a cool death scene.

They spread out their arms and twirl screaming happily into Heaven. Smiling blissfully and praying.

Dead women cheer them on and fly with them.

Once dead the women lose the evil ones to a conversation with God. And for the others it’s a funny death. The recall tiny bits of dying…but not much. They stand and analyze as God speaks to them. Then it’s time for dinner.

“Sweet!!! Italian!!!” yells an Italian trader of Italian origin. And it’s good. Like really good. Pre-global warming good.

“I wanna see a Woolly Mammoth!!” says a day trader.

“Yeah!!! And dinosaurs!!” says another one.

They’re extremely happy.

“Hey!” says a guy who lost his platonic best friend on 9/11. He greets his best friend.

Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey plays.

“Hey! I’m sorry you died…on 9/11.” says the guy who had just died in 2030.

“Yeah. It wasn’t as much fun.” says his friend.

“Thank you for being merciful.” says his friend.

“Yeah! It’s nice that you all didn’t have to suffer the way I did.” says the guy who died on 9/11.

And so…they all walk off.

It’s not that exciting after that unless you love God and have a soul outside of the collective.