(May 27th, 2024 – Morning)
Jack Kennedy inspired malignant narcissist pedophiles in the future to give a female child helium so as they made her scream she sounded stupid like a midget version of herself. And she was so humiliated and abused that she died this morning and stopped fighting for her damned life. She let her body go and died. And now the worthless possible subhumans who were molesting her are feeling sorry for themselves and lying to each other.
“We didn’t know.” says the woman.
Master’s Hands by Charlotte Gainsbourg plays.
“She was an annoying little fuck. Right?” he says.
“She felt better than us.” says the man.
They cry and feel sorry themselves before deciding to laugh at her even as she lay dead on the hotel floor. They’re possibly Japanese sex tourists. Yes, there’s evil in Japan too.
And yet…SHE’S DEAD. Or she should be. And Lacey will strangle God Himself if she’s not dead if necessary. She left her body about an hour ago? No. A half and hour ago. 45 minutes ago? Anyway….SHE’S NOT THERE. But they stupidly keep laughing at her anyway like she fucking gives a shit.
Enter dumbass America: IRM by Charlotte Gainsbourg plays.
“How are you poor peasant, assholes, innocent?“ says America, sincerely. “Because by God, you gotta be somehow or we’re fucked.”
They all think.
“Wait I got a lead: why are you dumbasses here abusing children anyway?” says America.
Awkward long spiritual silence.
“Here’s a hint: You are trying to be cool.” says America.
“Oh yeah.” says these Japanese assholes.
“So you’re just copying us.” says America.
“Yeah?” they say.
“GOTCHA!” says America. “SEE WE CONQUERED YOU THERE! And now we’re getting somewhere. So…if can fix pedophilic issues at home…you’ll be addressed too.”
They shrug.
“Cool. Welp.
You guys are problematic. It’s bad that you did that…probably.” says America.
“You don’t think it’s bad!??” says the woman, offended and humoring his stupidity.
“I mean…it’s an orientation. We don’t want to hurt the feelings of the poor pedophiles anymore. They matter to us.” says America. “So your orientation is what matters. And…we care. Your flag is flown everywhere. And we LOVE YOU.”
“So you don’t think it’s bad anymore.” says the woman laughing at America, as a dumbass American herself, unbeknownst to herself.
Later after thinking about it.
“Yeah. I guess according to the Ten Commandments somewhere it say you shouldn’t brutally molest kids until they psychologically are slaughtered in unfathomable ways science has yet to comprehend.” says America and the modernity.
If you have any of these aesthetics you’re in on it. Whether you mean to be or not. You’re a follower and the Illuminati controls you? Remember? Or did you never go on Tik Tok?
In The End by Charlotte Gainsbourg plays.
No. No, Susanne Little and Sarah Waldeland with Global Warming The New is old. The New is archaic. The New is for new money idiots. The New is crap. We can be Hippies with Youth To The People skincare and repainting things…but none of those concepts are new. Grow-up. And get your facts.
What’s hopeful about the future? Seriously. Are we fixing Global Warming? Why not? You seriously think people who like the old money aesthetic naturally are the real problem? It’s doubtful. I’m sorry. …Not impossible. But doubtful.
Take My Hand Precious Lord as sung by Mahalia Jackson plays as Jack molests Lem in the past. Because that bitch with her Black floppy big tits can sing, dammit. Damn! That fat Black hoe can SING. Shit…if we got another negroe we have ourselves a real show. Right, America? DAMN!!!!
“Gurl! You hittin’ it!” says Lacey to Mahalia Jackson. “Oh chile!”
“Hold on, Jack. I’ll sing perverted enough for you to mess with his brain and make him think he aroused by your’in cock. You ain’t by massur but not damn…you is…turning on my huge tits.” says Mahalia Jackson to JFK.
“But Lem is actually in Hell.” says Lacey.
Jack drools in sexual ecstasy as he has his cock sucked and a dumb expression comes on bus face as his tongue sticks out like he’s actually retarded. Mahalia farts from her huge ugly Black butt.
“When do I get my sugar?” she asks JFK.
Jack can’t cognitively think and have sex at the same time as easily as most people. She’ll have to wait. But…she’s getting impatient.
“Hold on Mahalia.” says Lacey, trying to calm down her impatient diva narcissistic ass.
But Mahalia is losing patience.
“Lem, I’m sorry. Between Jack being retarded now and Mahalia actually being narcissistically retarded too. We have too many retards in the room for me to babysit.” says Lacey.
What a Friend We Have in Jesus by Mahalia Jackson plays.
“You have a lisp, Mahalia. Are you stupid or poor?” says Lacey.
“Both.” says someone who couldn’t stand her
She, naked, stands and starts jumping up and down in agitation waiting for Jack to finally cum so he can give her sexual satisfaction. Perhaps she should take her sexual aggravation to the Lord in prayer. But she doesn’t, the liar fake-ass bitch.
Finally Jack orgasms and then farts. And then waddles, like a duck, his bisexual ass over to Mahalia. He starts touching her, and she grabs his hands and bosses him around like the idiot he is. They have sex. Lem watches and then stands up, tired and “over it.” He rubs his eyes as they have sex.
My God Is Real by Mahalia Jackson plays as a Jack and her have dummy-sex. Maybe Mahalia had to stay away from areas of town where there were brothels. Because she possibly emphasizes that line.
For those two vain retards having sex together God must have seemed real in that moment. Hot damn! Neither of them realized they were actually sort of in love with each other. But they experienced that pure joy. And it’s sad…for us. It should be sad for them…but thanks to the perfume community and MSNBC and lots of other Kennedy fans and Americans of today…it ain’t. Nope. The evil, dumb-as-fuck famous people are running things? Mm. Not necessarily. It’s more that we feel…we must defend their feelings. FOREVER. Why? Because they “the poor-uns.” Even though…they ain’t poor.
I’m Going to Live the Life I Sing About In My Song by Mahalia Jackson plays.
“Jack did you know she was a fraud?” asks Lacey.
“No. I just identified with her, deeply.” says JFK.
Trentemøller “The Last Resort” plays.
Mahalia Jackson laughs and looks at Jack as she leaves. “You a fine man, Jack.” she says.
He beams with pride. “I’m a fine man. Why thank you.”
She feels incredibly sexy and young and pretty and glamorous and so having her ego needs met she smiles sadly and saunters off. She won. Somehow. She’s too stupid to understand she lost but…no one holds her accountable for it because middle class fools ran sex class at Harvard. Or were they pure evil people running sex class at Harvard?
Heaven Hunters by Emile Mosseri plays.
“I want you to know…that even if…my love for you isn’t allowed in Heaven…that…my rejection…that I’m feeling right now…might be something you’ll experience when you grow-up.” says a non malignant pedophile to an empathetic child who just rejected him.
The kid barely understands…but sort of does. Because they’re a kid. They sadly look down in realization. Then they run off.
The non malignant pedophile takes a deep breath and stares across a pond. The wind blows in his hair. He closes his eyes and thinks.
He tells himself that someday, even if it’s just when he’s dead, he’ll be happy too. He smiles. Because he really believes that.
Then he lays back and says to God, “I’m not healthy in my head. Why did you allow people like me to exist?”
He thinks.
Why Do I Still Sleep by Popol Vuh plays.
“I can let go of it. Thanks for allowing me that. …But why do so many…bad people…exist?” he says to God.
He suddenly worries about the people like Jack Kennedy who seem physically incapable of letting go. He cries. Uncontrollably.
“Why do they exist?” he says to God.
And at that a huge, tall…tree…bends. A huge tree. An evergreen. He hears a cracking noise. He sharply sits up. In terror of God. Then he realizes that the tree could kill him. He smiles.
“Yeah. You don’t have to kill me right now.” he says to God.
The tree is still. He laughs. “Wow you love me.” he says to God. “So…what’s up?” he says standing-up. “Why did you create those people? I don’t get it.”
The tree noise returns. He sharply turns around but the tree is still.
“I heard you. Am I hallucinating or-“ he says.
He thinks.
“They’re INSANE.” he says. “Or maybe just very stupid.” he says.
He thinks.
Good Morning, Midnight by Johann Jóhannsson plays.
“So…stupid, insane people are…everywhere.” he says.
He looks around. He considers the state of the trees.
“You’re bad off.” he says. “Dammit.”
He thinks.
“I wonder if a person as nice as me…could be trapped in a similar life? And be completely normal? Or even worse. …But nobody would know…because people don’t get that children can’t say no. Not like adults.” he thinks to himself. “People are so stupid today.”
He shuffles the dirt with his toes. Gets angry.
“Yup. It’s the end of the world. Or it should be.” he says. “I know I’m nuts. But so many of us don’t anymore. Or don’t care.”
The song restarts.
“I’m sorry my brain is weird.” he says to the trees.
God gives him grace.
“Shoot. Well…I’ll just hang out with y’all until I die.” he says to the trees. “But…don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not a psychopath. …Just a pedophile.
Yeah! Don’t worry! I have friends!” he says. “People who know pedophilia is wrong. They’ve got me. It’s cool. But…I like how peaceful you all are. It makes me feel…hope. Someday I’ll be at peace too.” he smiles into the sunshine and shrugs. “Not a bad life. Sex? Ruined! Everything else? Cool! …But…y’all we know it’s…just a temp job.” he says to the trees. “I’ll see you for oh! The next hundred years. I know we’re pals.” he says to the trees. He looks back at the tree that was almost falling. “Nah! You’re okay. Had me worried there for a minute.” he says.
We leave him.
Toxic by Britney Spears plays at Mahalia Jackson pies. In the 1960’s. Laying her ugly big fat ass on a cold toilet seat.
It burns. She winces.
She farts. Poops.
Thinks.
“Dammit, he scratched me.” she thinks to herself.
She feels incredibly unsexy. This sort of snaffoozle isn’t supposed to happen to a classy lady like her.
She washes her hands very abrasively to feel as though she’s conquering that nonsense she felt on the toilet with a good thorough hand-washing. She a lady. Sure. But she also a tough person. So…it’s okay then to have a few snaffoozles she thinks.
But being fat she feels stupid. So she feels stupid. And hates her body.
She considers losing weight as she goes for a snack before having to work.
“Maybe I’ll just have an apple today.” she thinks.
Did he get her off? Kinda.
“And if I were to try to empathize with her she’d attack me. But watching her from a distance I can empathize, as a fellow human.” says Lacey.
She needed a hit? He’s dangerous? She lovin’ it?
A group of dead Black people watching her laugh at her. But they aren’t mean. She’s just unfortunately hilarious. Or is just funny and if she had a sense of humor about herself she’d laugh too? In Christ.
“Listen to Britney. She know.” says a dead Black man, laughing.
“What…did you like about him?” asks Lacey.
She thinks.
“He’s…white.” she says.
“There are a lot of white men.” says Lacey.
She thinks. “He is white?” she says, possibly hearing her own stupidity.
She thinks.
“Dammit. That FOOL!” she yells, tugging at her sheath in a huff.
Then she becomes mindlessly distracted by work.
“And that’s when I wrote Sex And The City with Sarah Jessica Parker. When she just wrote that. …Because…I’m not going to take it!!” says JFK.
We’re Not Gonna Take It Anymore by Twisted Sister plays.
Jack Kennedy head bangs. To pump himself up.
“Jack…what aren’t we taking?” says Sarah Jessica Parker, confused.
“Insults.” says Jack.
She laughs.
“All insults!?” says Cynthia Nixon.
“YEAH!!” yells Jack Kennedy, marching in place to pump himself up.
Another One Bites The Dust by Queen plays.
Jack starts dancing on his own like a gay man in the 1980’s. He feels cool.
“I’m adopted!” yells a living gay man at Jack’s subconscious to inspire him. To write Skippy.
“I’m dead! Don’t play with me.
I’m not gonna take it.” says JFK.
“Huh. …So what did you do?” asks a dead gay man.
“I ruined her chance to feel happy or gain any information from Skippy. He made her cry on Lem’s birthday. I used my brother’s stupidity.” says Jack, proudly.
“Are we sure this song is intelligent?” says a musician.
“No. It’s possibly very stupid. But…it’s good music.” says Lacey.
“Hey!!” yells JFK. “Another one bites the dust.”
“Who’s that Black female voice? Is that Mahalia? Or his reference to her rejection of him because he accidentally-on-purpose tore her vagina with his uncut fingernails?” says Sarah Jessica Parker.
“Yes.” says Mahalia Jackson.
“Eww!!” says Sarah Jessica Parker.
The Final Countdown by Europe plays as dead Black men crack-up laughing. Get it? Europe.
“What? It’s a thing. White men.” says Mahalia.
“Yes.” says a dead Black man. “I know.” he says slowly.
Jack breathlessly dances in place. It’s very sad. He’s sweaty and has no idea what the song is about. But it sounds victorious. So he assumes it’s about him.
These men are all him in their faces in some way.
“What are you counting down to??” says Tsar Putin.
“WAR!!” yells JFK in a Boston-Japanese mixed accent.
“What part of war!?” asks the CIA.
Jack looks angry. Has to calm himself down. “You insult me. I MAKE YOU PAY!” he yells.
“But I’ve been insulted too.” says Cynthia Nixon.
Jack Kennedy looks incredibly confused.
The song starts over.
“Where…are we?” asks Tsar Putin.
Jack laughs. Flirts. “You are like Lem.” he says trying to sound seductive.
Tsar Putin waits.
“I DON’T KNOW. …What are we doing?” asks Jack.
Eye of the Tiger by Survivor plays.
JFK dances like a fool or a small child.
“Sexually or with war!?” yells Tsar Putin.
“WAR!!” yells JFK, flashing a stuffed bra at Tsar Putin. There’s three old wash rags in one cup. One is pale orange. He grins.
“Cool. …What part of war!?” yells Tsar Putin.
“You fucking loser! You just gonna use me too!” yells JFK at Tsar Putin, sincerely crying.
“No. …What’s up with this war thing?” says Putin.
Jack laughs. Shoves his hands in his pockets to show off his ass. “It’s war.” he says as if it’s secret but something that cool governing men like them know about behind closed doors.
Jump by Van Halen plays.
“So no nuclear countdown!?” says Tsar Putin.
Jack thinks. Hands in pockets. Standing. To look sexy for Putin. Just like they (him and Bobby) used to do in the White House for men in the US Press.
“No.” he says, giggling.
“No? No nuclear war?“ he says.
Jack shakes his head sadly.
We Will Rock You by Queen plays.
“Hey! That’s okay.” says Tsar Putin.
“Now we make love!!!” says JFK opening his arms and walking towards Tsar Putin.
Putin smashes JFK like he’s play dough.
No more JFK. For now.
Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey plays.
“No! Lacey can’t be hot. And Joan Jett’s face is hot in the same way Lacey’s is. So…they’re both ugly.” say a herd of Boomers.
“No. Lacey’s face is superior. Joan’s face is not. Joan’s face has a huge flaw. You can’t compare them. It’s an insult to Lacey and cruelty to Joan.” says the CIA. “Are you mad because Lem seems straight and Jack seems dumb and gay?”
“YES! And I know that can’t possibly be true!” they say, devastated.
“So no nuclear war?” the CIA quickly asks Tsar Putin. “I’m sorry, but honey we have no idea what’s going on.” they say like they’re Lacey and married to Tsar Putin.
“We aren’t together.” says Tsar Putin, very carefully.
“Yes. That’s Illuminati bullshit. Sorry!” says the CIA.
“Fair! …No. We’re not doing nuclear war right now. I don’t want it. He did!” says Tsar Putin. “Possibly. Right? And he’s your problem. Not mine. I’m being extremely kind. Out of respect for your parents.” He thinks. “Or grandparents.”
We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister plays on behalf of the US to the rest of the world.
“Take what!?” asks Alexei Romanov.
“They were just sadistically abusing me. And they were too stupid to know I’d die. And too…smart not to actually just let me die. Thank God I’m dead.” says the little girl who died at the beginning of this post. She’s in Heaven.
Danger Zone by Kenny Logins plays for the Skippy Handelman US Presidency. Because the dead US is researching if it was even possible for the US Presidency to really work. Because Lem should have been President. Or Skippy. They’re actually viable. But…America doesn’t ever elect Skippy. Not a fake Skippy. A real one.
“Why!?” says Kenny Logins.
“Why did I commit suicide!??” answers Matthew Nesheim.
Jack Kennedy chases after Tsar Putin in a 1980’s inspired living drug trip. Where he’s living in a music video chasing Tsar Putin in continuous elusive pursuit as Danger Zone by Kenny Logins is the song for the music. It’s on loop. With new shifting scenes and neon color montages. Like on the opening of Saved By The Bell.
“Becca had a crush on Peter Lorre. Oh no!” says Louis. “This just makes her have a crush on JFK.”
And at that JFK struts through Sterling Cooper. And Lane punches him in the gut and then Peter kills him.
Soon after JFK ceases to exist. Perhaps he should have stayed in the music video.
“Becca, we’re laughing at him!” says a hot chick from the 1980’s.
“I know and it makes me sad.
Some people have ugly faces like me and they can’t help it and it’s mean it just makes me love him.” says Becca Fuester, crying.
“But you’re not that ugly!” says Louis.
“I know idiot. I’m about as ugly as Jack.” says Becca.
“And I looked attractive to you because you could see the masculine nature of my face.” says Peter Lorre.
Becca smirks. “Well duh!”
“So you reminded Lacey of her mother who was raised her and at the time that she was your friend she didn’t realize that her mother really didn’t give a fuck about her on a deep level?” says a woman to Becca.
“Yeah, I guess so.” says Becca.
Thinking.
“Are you just like averse to going to Hell because that’s just evil?” says Becca to Lacey.
“Well duh, Becca! Well duh!” says Lacey.
“Do you think I’m that stupid?” says Becca.
“Well are you pure evil, are you evil or are you that stupid?” says Lacey.
“I’m not that stupid. I don’t think. I don’t think it’s stupidity.
I do have a tendency to wander off towards Hell and try to be evil it’s and it’s weird because it’s unclear if I’m actually that evil or if it’s just some strange thing that I do and if I’m not evil, it’s possible that I’m actually trying to be like romantic and sort of explore.” says Becca.
“I wonder if you are that stupid though dear because you can’t really wander off in that way. I know what you mean about being romantic I think but I don’t think it works to be evil in any sincere way.” says Lacey.
“ do you know you’re right and even if I just appear that way and I’m lying it is still is evil to lie and give people the wrong impression shoot because you knew I was you knew I was just wondering off to try to be with Evan and be happy you know I really treated like treated you like you were a total fucking idiot, and I still think that even though it’s not true, you’re probably smarter than me, and I just couldn’t handle that my ego is too sensitive frankly, my eat my egos to evil, I just couldn’t handle being stupider than you because I mean it’s like I was working so hard you know it was working really hard and then you ended up marrying someone who was going to be wealthier than I was ever going to be and possibly than anyone I could marry and it it just really pissed me off because it was like how the fuck did she know she was that beautiful without knowing that she was that beautiful because you didn’t know that and then you knew that and then I had to stop and think no she’s really that complicated of a person and that’s where if there’s reincarnation you do remind me of them your brains are sore so so complex it’s like you think you understand what they’re saying and then you realize you don’t have a clue and you kind of just have to sort of listen and be good and think OK what are they really trying to say to me but no I mean I’m a terrible match for him but weirdly you and I could kind of almost be friends and I’m sorry I totally betrayed you and if there’s ring carnation, I have a tendency to do that to you. Basically I I might actually care about you slightly. There was a person what the hell were you thinking?” says Becca.
“ oh wow I probably need sugar and coffee to figure that out. You’ll have to excuse me.” says Lacey.
Later.
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