“Oil!” by F. Scott Fitzgerald

De-Tuned Quartet by Jonny Greenwood plays.

Those are the two most important men in Lacey’s life.

THINK!!!

Time by Hans Zimmer plays.

Who am I!?

*he cries*

There are a lot of white people right now who are trying to repress Lacey’s spirit because they believe that she’s Scotia. A lot of white supremacists are very backward. They don’t genuinely understand Egyptian

Future Markets by Jonny Greenwood plays.

And she might not even be these people, as there might not even be reincarnation in the Bible. …But they believe that there is, and so now they’re off on a tangent. And they’re making absolute fools of themselves because she’s more white than 80 to 90% of them are, no reincarnation or reincarnation included.

You’re jealous of something that doesn’t exist. You want her to be you and she can’t be that. She’s could be lower middle class in a way, but then you’d have to back off leave her alone. Let her still look prettier than you…and be happy with someone in love…and I don’t think any of you could do that…because what you want is her spirit.

Now look back at the two men above. The first man is Thomas Banks and if you look at their picture as you’re supposed to do on this blog and listen to the music at the same time you can understand what I’m trying to get at with the entire post.

The second man is Michael Rockefeller. He is the grandson of JD Rockefeller.

Michael runs the world. To some degree. So do I.

Henry Plainview by Jonny Greenwood plays.

But it’s different. It’s different.

It’s all so different.

I’m dead.

I didn’t photograph well either.

…Anyway, I’m dead. And that’s the first difference.

The second difference is that…I’m F. Scott Fitzgerald…you’ve heard of me, I bet. The great American author. The Great Gatsby. This Side of Paradise. …My short stories. …But anyhow, I write. I wrote. I influenced your mind greatly. You know me…because you’ve absorbed my thoughts and feelings.

There Will Be Blood by Jonny Greenwood plays.

Whereas Michael is…a Rockefeller. And with that title he has certain responsibilities and expectations even from the grave. So do I, I too have certain responsibilities and expectations. Fine. But mine are different.

See…when this started Lacey was in love with me. I bring her so much clarity. Whenever we talk she suddenly feels safe existing. I’d say…that’s rather significant. She lives in Saint Paul because of my family, her family and Louis. She’s infinitely safer here than in anywhere else in the world. She’s ours. She belongs to God…but then she belongs to us.

Who is in her family? Her father. He ran the world too while was alive in some way. …And she’s hopeful about a lot of mummies. Mothers, that is.

Who else is in her family? Lem. Kirk…Lemoyne…Billings.

If you look at him like he’s one of those weird optical illusions where you go cross-eyed examining him…you can tell he’s heterosexual. I can see why people think he was gay. But it’s there. I can see it. Lacey can see it. He’s what you call straight.

Now…Lacey’s discussed his sexuality enough. Right? Why bring it up again? Because it matters. …And it’s of significant importance that it sneaks up on those of you who are alive today. You didn’t see it? That’s the problem. That’s…the problem.

Oil by Jonny Greenwood plays.

Her son almost drowned once while he was swimming. In Lake Pepin. I’ve been there many times. So has Louis. …And what’s significant about that is that…I have strong sense that most of you reading this won’t empathize with her when you read that all, which is weird. …You’re far more concerning than you imagine.

The Rockefellers are also here with us at times and Michael would be her husband if…he hadn’t died. And…her kids are of course her family as is Mark.

…Michael…is awe-inspiring.

Proven Lands (Intro.) by Jonny Greenwood plays.

Louis is…amazing.

Lem…is…life altering.

And Lacey and I…are a lot alike. In a way. We write. I’m a genius at it. And if there’s a real Illuminati…this blog is astronomical. …But see…that’s what happened. I’m dead…she’s staggeringly alone…and…we understand each other profoundly well. We’re very close.

…And so we try to control the madness. With our own God-given means.

Proven Lands by Jonny Greenwood plays.

But what is…the madness?

Listen to the music. What does it sound like?

I hear Lem. His slow descent into madness. He really was straight.

I hear…Michael’s love. And his splendor.

I hear myself.

I hear Lacey’s father.

I hear you.

But what are we all doing? And where are Lacey and Lem? I hear his misery. But I don’t hear him.

To me it sounds like war.

The moment I heard that King Charles III had cancer I felt terrified.

Lacey calls Putin a tsar. That’s all exciting to her. …To me…it’s…horrifying. Because it’s not the same path the world was on ten years ago and I’m large part the reason it’s happening is because of Lacey. She’s not a traitor to the US. She’s…a wild, dangerous, third rail of the universe. And St. Francis should have seen it coming. She’s an orphan.

And Lem wasn’t gay.

And Micheal is…himself.

And…the Kennedys wrapped nooses around their necks and the family name the second they decided to attack Lacey Banks. Lacey Banks Billings. But…what of Michael? And me and Louis? Dammit! …Lem wasn’t gay. Lem wasn’t bisexual. And that’s the problem.

Stranded Line plays.

I’m grappling with the chaos as I write this. Because it’s grand but not…safe. Lots of people are dying or have died already. Where are we all going with this?

Do we have a point?

Because…Lacey and I don’t know what to think. I don’t mind being the center of attention and bringing drama but Lacey does. And so here we are trying to tame and control to madness…just as she creates it at the same time. Because the problem is that Lem wasn’t gay.

Prospector’s Quartet by Jonny Greenwood plays.

Love matters. Love wins? Mmm. No, not unless you mean God. The God who created us. Christ. But we all need love. …And that’s the problem. Lem wasn’t gay.

…You wouldn’t think it would happen this way. Or would you? The year Lacey Banks was born I asked God to help me inspire Woody Allen to create Zelig, a film meant to hint at this very moment for this very blog. For this very second. …She’s Lem’s psychologist. And Lem is known to resemble Zelig? Well…somewhat according to me too. He impersonated people, but who was he?

The problem is…Lem wasn’t straight. LEM WAS HETEROSEXUAL. He…didn’t…identify as heterosexual. …He was crushed inside by the weight of his longing and lost meaning as a man. …But even with his ability to write well, as he has that gift, he couldn’t ever express himself well enough to help us see him.

1957: award montage by Kronos Quartet plays.

So what use are we in analyzing him? And why does it matter? …Because there was something about him that terrified me the second I met him. He’s…a cliff. Of humanity. And Lacey is…menacing.

That’s Lacey’s husband. It’s mysterious. Just suspend belief for now if you have to to grasp it all and then tell yourself that he’s her husband and that he’s Michael Rockefeller…an heir to the Standard Oil fortune. Remember? JD Rockefeller started Standard Oil. And the Nesheims…own a mountain of oil, buried deep underground. And they legally are Lacey’s family.

That’s Lacey’s father. He…pulls the strings of power that control everything…everywhere.

I’m F. Scott Fitzgerald.

…And we all love Lacey.

Strings + 808 + Beat by Nicolas Britell plays.

Lacey loved Jackie Kennedy. What happened? Lem broke open a hole in the fabric of universe and made love to Lacey. And…that’s right. The problem is that Lem was never gay. So…now what?

The song plays.

See the Kennedys had it all wrong but they ran the world anyway. Sure! We ran it with them. But they ran it too. …And you’d think that getting one man’s sexual orientation wrong wouldn’t matter but…it’s tearing us apart. Lem is also…trouble.

The third rail of the universe. A cliff. Dudleytown. How do we warn you?

The Kennedys destroyed themselves when they felt Lacey was attacking them years ago. Their reasons are opaque, at best. Why?

Cleaning Apartment by Clint Mansell plays.

Lem wasn’t ever theirs to have. Lem was MINE. Lem Billings belonged to Louis Hill Junior and Lacey Banks and me and his mother and her family and Zelda and Tolstoy and…Queen Elizabeth II and Tom Banks. He belongs to the Rockefellers, if they side with us. And I’m fairly certain they do. I’m fairly certain most of Asia does. And the Middle East. And Russia. And parts of Europe. And parts South America. …And we love the Kennedys but not the way you probably might. Not the way St. Francis of Assisi apparently did. What do you want from us? We like Black people too. We care. We’re Irish. We’re white. We care. Do you?

We do care. Do you?

What do you want from us? Because what you’re getting is social upheaval. It’s political turmoil. It’s…that Lacey plans to end the world when she dies…because of how much she cares.

The Kennedys were rich people who cared about poor people? I’ve heard that line often. But we care too. I wrote a book about it!! Dammit! I did. Get a clue!

…But I understand. Better than Lacey I understand your need to feel big and important. She’s…a saint and a lover and an artist and a warrior and a mom. And a friend. …I’m thee F. Scott Fitzgerald. I get you. Do you want the truth or do you want a lie? The truth is…the problem is Lem wasn’t gay!

Tense by Clint Mansell & Kronos Quartet plays.

After Lem met the Kennedys the premise of the whole world rested on the idea of his supposedly certain homosexuality. Secretly. Closeted. But Lem Billings was supposed to be gay. Jack Kennedy rested his soul on the idea.

Now…I’d not be one to make a mistake like that. Really! The crowd I’m in makes mistakes but not quite like that. And that’s significant. But we can discuss that later. The Kennedys sold their whole name based on it, a mistake we’d almost certainly never even make in the first place.

Hope Overture by Clint Mansell & Kronos Quartet plays.

It’s an earthquake.

It’s a seismic shift. It’s St. Francis back in Purgatory for betraying Christ to the evil poor. Yes, the evil poor. There are some poor evil people.

Are you one of them? I hope not, because you are not going to like this. We have a problem. Lem wasn’t gay…and you caused the problem.

When Lacey was in high school she participated in a social experiment where she was born into the upper class. And she…invented a rule entirely out of the blue…for everyone to play by. Her class was allowed to do that in the class social experiment.

Marion Barfs by Clint Mansell & Kronos Quartet plays.

Her rule was that nobody could leave the upper class. For the rest of the game. And that it should be difficult to join them. But that even if other people joined them…they would never leave. The original inhabitants of the upper class. She was…young. It was a social experiment for class and she was letting herself go crazy and explore her own soul. She was begging herself to know herself. And she learned a lot that day. She took over the whole class.

We’re the leaders. We make the rules and made them. Her ancestors. My ancestors. We made it all the way it is now, not you. Not the Kennedys. US! NOT YOU!! …And we care. Lacey wanted love! I wanted love most of all. More than anything. And it seems you just wanted our death. Lacey and I chose love and perfection and peace and pain FOR THE SAKE OF YOU. We chose love for ourselves too. And God. And we didn’t chose wrongly.

But our fallen natures are such that we can easily crush you. Jackie Kennedy wept today. She’s still devastated. WHO decided that “the pen was mightier than the sword” and why is Lacey writing every…damn..day? One cannot be too cross with an evil servant. Some were killed in the past and nobody ever knew. That’s just fact. Grow-up and deal with reality. The Kennedys are from the servant class, not us.

And…Lem was not. Lem wasn’t for you. He was for us to enjoy…but you violently stole him and then when that wasn’t enough you decided to murder our souls? When will you all be done and what are you after? Hell on Earth? We don’t actually want that, despite your accusations otherwise.

Yes. It’s not about just money. It’s about honor. It’s about LOVE. Our real love matters too? Why? Why do you persecute us? Lacey and I never persecuted you. And be careful with your accusations against my other friends and acquaintances.

I don’t want your misery. I PROMISE.

I can write this. Who could write this for Jackie Kennedy? Nobody. Not like this. And certainly not from the grave.

She was miserable today for a reason. Louis Bayard isn’t me and it’s a joke to even mention David Pitts name near mine. And don’t make us strip Gore Vidal down to his fragile bones nor the much lauded Tennessee Williams. Lacey’s great granduncle could decimate both of them, he feels. Do you really want us to make you that poor and weak?

And here’s the horror: Satan hates you. I don’t. Satan HATES you. And he’s been working for centuries to create another dark age of intense poverty and inequality and misery for the poor. Right now he’s succeeded on Earth with human trafficking as his crowing achievement. But I’m fairly certain he means to bring about excruciating poverty and darkness. A total reversal of even our current progress. …And when I see St. Francis fall…I realize how bad it’s become.

Stranded Line by Jonny Greenwood plays.

Can you let go of Lem?

You can’t have him either way.

Prospector’s Quarter by Jonny Greenwood plays.

It’s an impossible thing. You can’t have us. We belong to ourselves, all of us, and to God through Christ. And then to each other, through Christ. You can’t have him…

There are powerful, evil entities that are using his miserable, lost life to control saints and sinners alike. And it’s perfect because he’s one of us. And so…just as evil grows all around us…threatening us as well as you…you’re tempting Lacey and Michael and me…and Louis into sin. And we resist. But we need Lem. We need his love for Lacey so you can receive our protection from evil. I’m sorry to put it so dramatically…but life is dramatic. You’d be surprised. I have been.

I used to think life was rather dull. And then as I aged…I began to realize that that was a lie. The whole time I had just failed to realize what was building up all around me. And then it crushed me…and I’ve never been the same since.

You don’t own us…but in a fallen world we could own you. You tried to own Lem. And the Kennedy curse was invented. Why do they keep dying? So strangely. …But if you have a conscience you know as well as I do that…it’s wrong to own people. Even though my fallen nature allows me to escape in a way yours does not…in Christ you’re redeemed. And…when you die you’ll be…able to see it all from my perspective if you should. As I can from your perspective. But not easily until then, I’m afraid.

We should be happy. We should be free. Why do you need Lem? Or rather, why do you think you need Lem?

It’s hard for us all to be as we should be. And God enables us. But we…struggle. Me as me and you as you. And I can’t redeem you. You can’t even redeem yourself. But I can pray for you. Let’s pray for strength. Let’s pray for strength from God in Jesus’s name. His strength. And His justice and His mercy for us all.

In Heaven…there are no tears. There is beauty. There is depth and darkness and light. But we don’t lose to evil ever…in our minds…because God gives us His eyes to see with, through Christ.