Lane might be with someone. Possibly his Black girlfriend. After the blog post last night he went home with her. Why? Because it’s fiction. And him and Lacey never had sex. He just kissed her. They were very strong and very chaste, just her and Skippy. Why? Because the dead Kennedys and Satan worked together in the afterlife. Because when they died they were in shock at their lack of glory. So even though they weren’t in Hell they went into rebellion against God. Not intelligently enough to lose their salvation entirely though.
Protestant Christianity has a lot to atone for. It’s not that Catholicism didn’t have its problems but…taking the teeth out of the Catholic Church and robbing us of an understanding of Purgatory is evil too. Don’t preach at me Jonah and Dr. Moritz. You’re both all wet when it comes to issue with your mutual evil. You both lie. You both know there could be mistakes in your understanding…but you bluster around like fools and destroy things anyway. You’re not that holy. And it’s vile. You’re both sexual monsters in sheep’s clothing. Because you both advocate holiness…but in your private lives you also worship yourselves sexually. Never needing people but pretending to. And then feeling sorry for yourselves when people don’t connect with you deeply anyway. Seeing yourselves as like me or capable of understanding me? Or maybe you’re both too sociopathic to give a shit.
Joe Kennedy Junior…was in love with me. And I was in love with him. But…as Dr. Moritz illuminated so disgustingly for us yesterday…I never saw his cock. I saw his father’s cock. How gross is that? Extremely.
Joe…requires you to worship him. Sexually. You worship him and then he rewards you. But not being a buffoon I didn’t find it satisfying. And so I promptly fell out of love. Because I’m not a sucker, I hope. Poor Joe…his sex is worthless and comical. Because it pretends to be deep and profound and good but really…it’s…just a joke. He has no idea how to give a woman pleasure. Because that would require understanding that he’s not the center of the universe and actually analyzing the other person who he’s in a sexual relationship with. Like…actually analyzing their body not just lusting after them. Not just getting high off their body and then doing some stupid sex moves to make his dick feel good.
Actually sexual pleasure can be dumb as shit too though. When you’ve been molested you learn that. Orgasms aren’t that fucking much. They’re cheap as rocks. Really. But most dumbasses in America don’t know that. So you can suck em in like lemmings, sell em shit and control em with their developmental immaturity as a species.
It’s sad, really. It is.
Lacey thinks.
Lover of Mine by Beach House plays.
It’s not that love doesn’t matter. It’s not that our souls don’t matter. It’s that…that’s what makes sex and matter at all. That’s why that pleasure is so valuable. That’s why that pleasure is still, even after at the Fall of Man, so intense. It was better before in the Garden of Eden. We were brutally anesthetized ourselves when we humans fell. It’s sad.
Let’s analyze Lover of Mine.
Some people could see that song as being about pedophilia. But that’s not how I see it.
It’s old.
It’s about the decay of Western Civilization in the latter half of the 20th Century and the grief of my generation at the loss of God. We’re all off to nowhere. Weeping.
Better off without it? Louis’s money and pride. He’s better off without it they demanded we think. He’s common in his generation.
Young is fine? That’s about the cuckhold the Boomers had on their elders through the use of guilt. But not just the ones who were evil and gutting humanity for a myriad of reasons but the ones who were also foolish and were sacrificing their souls to evil like Louis. Sacrificing their souls!?! Yes. Because…IT MADE…SENSE.
Need more people to be satisfied? Ha! That’s Soylent Green. It’s a joke, of sorts.
After Queen Elizabeth II died…I mourned her loss by listening to this song.
“You’re better off without it!” sing the Kennedys.
It’s a very poetic song. With a good 70’s beat. But better than the 70’s.
“Feeling so far!” say the Kennedys instead of “Falling so far.”
Keen to Cross the Pond 