Jack Kennedy was a racist.
The Kennedys are racist.
The Kennedys are also anti-Semitic. Except they have a tendency to lust after Jews as well.
The cord was severed between Lem and Lacey. They’re still together. For eternity. As what you might call a twin flame. But Jack Kennedy severed the cord between them. The fragile connection God created to help humanity survive at all. Not Lacey. Not Lem. Jack…cut the cord.
“A Beautiful Mine” by RJD2 plays.
“The Kennedys had VILE bodies, indeed.” says Evelyn Waugh.
Motivated by lust for a love he could NEVER have from one man…Jack Kennedy wagered the whole damn world. And it was a love he wouldn’t have wanted anyway…had he have gotten it. He might have liked it…but he would not have loved it. NOT AT ALL. Because Lem just wasn’t his. It’s that STUPIDLY simple and sad. It should be explained that when I say ‘Because Lem just wasn’t his.’ what I mean is…something far more complicated than mere fallen world belonging, but rather HER BEING HIS RIB, or something even more Godly than that.
So…when you attack Lacey…as part of the Illuminati that is still heavily controlled by the Kennedys…the sad…hilarious truth is you’re merely attacking HER, in an awful way. Because the cord was severed. The Kennedys probably still refuse to accept that. Possibly because they sadly struggle to cognitively grasp the concept. How can the still be ultimately together without being together??? How can Lacey and Lem be ultimately together without being together? Because GOD CREATED THEM FOR EACH OTHER. GOD CREATED IT THAT WAY.
How does it work? Well…essentially it’s like if….you took cell phones, landline phones, the internet and all other communication techniques and equipment away. And then locked everyone in a room and never let them even leave to find another human being to talk to. Would telepathy be allowed? Mmm…yes and no. Depends! Human beings could still theoretically exist. But then they might also lose their minds and die. Ultimately we’d still all be together again functionally in Heaven…but the Earth would become uninhabitable. …Seemly the Kennedys genuinely struggle to grasp this concept, or if they kind of get it…it’s super challenging for them to cognitively comprehend indefinitely…and they can’t figure out WHY it matters to them at all. The Kennedys are possibly far too vain and clinically narcissistic to quite…understand. Maybe some are less so than others, but be careful.
So…by attacking Lacey…on behalf of JFK…you aren’t bringing justice for Jack. Even if ultimately and through the Holy Spirit they’re still going to be together…and are…there’s a real reason why Tsar Vladimir Putin was able to make love with Lacey. Or why Louis Hill Junior still wants to have coffee or gin with Lacey in some quiet library on Summit Avenue on a rainy day. …It’s because…the cord was severed.
“And some of us are so angry that we keep arguing with God for the cord to possibly be permanently severed. But…it’s impossible.” says Harold Loeb. “The only way to make her mine would be for Christ to do it Himself. And I highly doubt He will. And be extremely careful with asking Him to. …It’s not verboten but it’s…not about your will but His.”
“No. It’s done. They’re together for eternity. And I for one don’t entirely understand why everyone has to care so damn much!” says Sandi Patty. …”If Lem‘a love isn’t even something Jack would ultimately want…WHY DO WE CARE!?”
“BECAUSE SHE CANNOT BE HAPPY!!” screams JFK.
“Is that just out of jealousy? Are you attacking her just out of jealousy?” Sandi Patty asks Jack Kennedy.
“Yes. But…” says God.
“He’s trying to get at Lem…by attacking her…when only God is able to make the attack known to Lem. So it matters…but…it’s a HUGE delay. And actually…it’s just not really possible. He’s supposed to be feeling incredible pain…but in fact he feels nothing. And the pain Jack intended for Lem…is felt by Elliott Roosevelt instead. Literally. Elliott Roosevelt has felt incredibly depressed since. So has Louis Hill Junior. So has Vladimir Putin. But it was meant for Lem! …But because the cord was severed by Jack the energy dispersed elsewhere.
The Kennedys are so convinced because of the Heavenly sex because Lacey and Lem for eternity that it’s a trick and that they just need to smash her…and charm and seduce Lem…that they fail to, again, cognitively comprehend…that TSAR PUTIN HAS MADE LOVE WITH HER…AND IS FIGHTING WITH THE US…BECAUSE OF THEM. Because…they don’t understand that the energy just…dispersed. And Putin is genuinely feeling it.
“But that’s BUDDHISM!!” yells JFK.
“No. It’s CHRISTIANITY!!!” screams the Pope.
“No. In Christianity we are all SEPARATE!!” JFK yells at the Pope.
“We’re UNITED THROUGH CHRIST!!!” yells the Pope. “WE ARE THE BODY OF CHRIST!!”
“So we have sex with Him?” says JFK, confused.
“NO!” yells the Pope. “THAT’S A METAPHOR!!”
“I forget. What’s a metaphor?” says JFK.
“Turns out Lem was a secret intellectual. Lacey is such a profound intellectual at times it’s possible it’s violent, in my estimation. And I’ve actually fallen in love with her…and tried to sleep with her myself…because she’s SO intelligent and intellectual. But…Jack Kennedy is…NOT intellectual almost at all. He’s…just not. …Sadly…he was the authentic intellectual lightweight.” says Gore Vidal.
Jack Kennedy goes off to find the meaning of the word metaphor.
“Did you find her arousing or just…her violent brilliance?” says Evelyn Waugh to Gore Vidal.
“Her violent brilliance?? Mm…no. Her. Ultimately? Her.” says Gore Vidal, sadly. “But…I’ll be fine.”
Jan Hertel imagines a long conversation with Gore Vidal on the beach in the Hamptons. Rolled up pants. Warm weather. Cloudy skies. Skipping rocks. Really talking.
“Who has ‘big dick energy’?” asks The Netherlands.
“ME!” says Elliott Roosevelt.
“That’s why I left. I KNEW.” says Marjolijn. “I saw him. And I KNEW.”
“Thank you!” says The Netherlands to Marjolijn.
“So! Lem was gay, huh!? WOW! ARE WE EVER SEXUALLY REPRESSED!?!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior to the whole world. He laughs.
The song ends.
“We couldn’t have WON THE WAR WITHOUT RUSSIA!!!” yells a dead Greatest Generation man. “WE COULDN’T HAVE WON WORLD WAR II!!!”
“You might need to clarify a bit more for stubborn, uppity gay men.” says Elliott Roosevelt.
“THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA…COULD NOT…HAVE WON…WORLD WAR II…WITHOUT THE ASSISTANCE…OF RUSSIA!!!” bellows a dead Greatest Generation man at the US alive today.
Lament I, “Bird’s Lament” (Instrumental) by Moondog plays.
“Ha! You wanna jump now?” asks a dead man who jumped out of a tall building in New York City following the Stock Market Crash of 1929. “I RELATE!”
“You VASTLY overestimated the Kennedys. You VASTLY overestimated their longevity. You VASTLY overestimated their value. You VASTLY overestimated their…stability. And within that…you have Lacey and Lem…
Are Lacey and Lem the center of it all? …Yes and no. In a way they are.” says a Wallstreet expert.
Mbira Beat by Goldfish plays.
“But in a way…they’re not. Because you exist too. So…what are your needs? What really matters to you? …They matter!!! …But…SO DOES VLADIMIR!!” says the Wallstreet expert. “You see? It’s so simple.”
You fly me by Fingathing plays.
The North Korea troops…assemble…like…brave men…fighting for freedom…in the 1950’s. Listen to the love song. It’s a 1950’s classic. A sad…love song. Hidden.
Because if there’s reincarnation…dead US soldiers…are fighting for Putin… Dead men who fought for the U.S. against North Korea? And came back…for everything. Are they loyal to Russia? Yes? Are they loyal to North Korea? Yes! But…their momma didn’t raise no stupid children. They LOVE real LOVE.
Don’t assume they’re saints. But don’t assume they aren’t, either. It’s GETTING COLD.
The song plays.
2:39
The song ends.
Passion by Nightmares On Wax plays.
0:33
And then the song abruptly ends.
We hear the sound of silverware. Drawers closing. Is someone somewhere making tea? Possibly.
“I did sleep with her. Within the last week.” says Tsar Vladimir Putin about Lacey. “It’s not as I’m starving, thank God.”
“Are you with her?” asks a Russian woman.
“IF I SAY SO…in Christ. …It’s my call in Christ.” says Tsar Putin. “Look…it’s very complicated.”
“But you were fighting! We made you two fight!!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior.
“Yes!! But we’re soulmates. Alright? And she’s possibly not even supposed to be here. Depending on what the Bible says.” says Tsar Putin. “Poor dear.”
“HOW MANY LOVERS DO YOU HAVE!?” yells Ethel, at Vladimir Putin.
Later.
“Ten!” says Vladimir Putin.
“Good number!” says Iran.
“YOU SNAKE!!” yells Ethel Kennedy at Vladimir Putin.
“I SAW YOU!!” screams Ethel.
“You saw me?” asks Tsar Putin.
“I SAW YOU!!” screams Ethel.
“Where?” asks Putin, kindly.
Ethel cries. Runs off, in her spirit. Face wet. Snot dripping.
“I didn’t cheat!!” says Putin. “Not really. I think…I’m just a louse. Or something. …Maybe a jerk.”
Ethel thinks. “Did you see her?” she says, in awe.
“MARVELOUS DRESS!” says Tsar Putin.
“I could look like that. If I had- Well. I could look like that!” says Ethel.
“Did she say hello?” asks Tsar Putin.
“She’s such a snot!” says Ethel.
“No. She’s not! She’s…nice.” says Tsar Putin.
“Well just save your love for me!” says Ethel, sadly.
Putin thinks. Prays to Christ quickly. “You ARE MY LOVE!” he says, beautifully.
Ethel stops cold. Stares out her window.
“YOU ARE MY HEART!!” says Putin (obviously on behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior).
“No! You’re me!” says Ethel, in fear.
“Yes, dear! That’s the idea!” says Iran.
“Then how can I be your heart!??” screams Ethel in tears.
“You know! SEX! …I’m sorry. We’ll fix it in Heaven. Right?” says Tsar Putin (on behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior) to Ethel.
“I wanted her tits!” says Ethel about Marilyn.
Putin prays. “What’s wrong with your boobs!?” (He says on behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior in Heaven.)
“I wanted to wow you, I guess.” says Ethel.
“Then stop flirting with other men!” barks Tsar Putin (On behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior.)
She thinks. Calculates.
“Just…stop being so cute.” says Putin (on behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior.)
“You think I’m being cute? I’m OLD!” says Ethel.
“Well…I didn’t cheat on you last night with Marilyn.” says Tsar Putin (On behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior.)
“She was there? Okay. …I’ll believe you.” she says.
“I’ll see you later tonight?” says Tsar Putin (On behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior.).
“OKAY BOBBY BEAR!!” she says, giggling in a cheesy intentionally seductive manner.
“See you later!” says Tsar Putin (On behalf of Bobby Kennedy Senior.).
Soul Vibration by J-Walk plays.
“Does Ethel hook-up with you regularly?” the US Government asks Bobby Kennedy Senior.
“Oh! Every week or so? Since I died.” says Bobby Kennedy Senior.
The song ends.
Skyscraper by Kinobe plays.
“So! THE ELECTION!!” says the US.
2:26
“Except. What if Bobby did cheat??” says an American man, whispering in fear.
“He didn’t last night.” whispers Lacey.
“Yes, I dismantle the flag of Scotland to create the gay rights flag. I don’t think she fucking gives a shit! It’s not the flag of Scotland.” says JFK.
“Jack! Why yellow?” asks a gay man.
“YELLOW!!! IT’S A WARNING THAT I’M GONNA GET HER!!!” yells JFK seriously. “Color psychology. Color theory. I’m BRILLIANT!”
He once threatened her on her way home from Church. She admired the gay rights movement logo of the navy and white. She LOVES that color combination. …But that part was completely lost on Jack. …He was hyper fixated on his message. No concern for what she was actually thinking. Or feeling almost at all. So…he felt safe through his sense of her presence enjoying the beauty. And then assumed he had an enormous advantage over her given his hurt and rage at finding out Lem was actually straight and sort of lying to him the whole time.
“Why do we have to worry about the flag of SCOTLAND!??” yells JFK, concerned, in 1995. He’s talking to a group of friends and/or frenemies.
Transatlantic by Quantic plays.
He simply expected her to be gobsmacked and terrified by his attack. Just…STUNNED.
She was literally sitting in the back of the family car. A white Toyota Carolla. On the highway right outside of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Right under a bridge. When a black Jeep Cherokee zoomed in front of them. And kept up a pace with them long enough for her to see the bumper sticker. It was…lovely to her. She instantly wanted to buy one for her car too. To convince her parents to use one. Simply because she liked the aesthetic appeal so much.
Chambermaid Swing by Parov Stelar plays.
She was…instantly drawn to it.
“OH! You like it!?” said JFK. “I CREATED IT! YOU STUPID BITCH! IT IS MY DESIGN!” he said.
“Jack! You stole that from the Scottish flag to psychologically destroy her.” says Scott Fitzgerald, laughing at JFK’s hilarious stupidity and comedic vanity coupled with his awkward lack of awareness of his own motivations and his own homosexual tendencies.
“Jack seriously what the fuck is that you want us to think? That the Scottish people stole the flag from the Gay Rights Movement!? That’s such stupidity!” says Dr. Treb Allen with his Hispanic wife, M..
“OKAY!
No…I want…her to feel MY WRATH!!” says JFK.
“No. I’m starting to get a sense of how you really think. …I think by just suggesting that to you…you’re now of the opinion that you did that. And I’m the one who pointed it out. …But…now you think it’s you. …Lacey is like that. She’s VERY COMPLICATED AND INCREDIBLY SNEAKY. …So was her father. But…you’re not actually like that.” says Dr. Treb Allen, with his Hispanic wife, M..
“No. That was the Scottish flag. LONG BEFORE YOU EVER even knew what shit was. YOU DID NOT EXIST!!! YOUR ARGUMENT IS WORTHLESS!!!” yells Dr. Treb Allen at JFK, with his Hispanic wife, M..
“You suck cock too, huh?” says JFK to Dr. Treb Allen, and his Hispanic wife, M..
“I do.” says Dr. Treb Allen’s Hispanic wife, M..
“OH! So you ADMIT IT!??” yells Bobby Kennedy Senior.
3:52
4:01
“HA!” says JP Kennedy. “SUCKERS!!”
4:37
And at that a rainstorm of Blow Pops falls from the sky, avoiding them.
The humor is lost on JP, even as he picks one up to eat.
The song ends.
“Anyway…I don’t.” says Dr. Treb Allen.
Wolf Drawn by Emancipator plays.
“NO!? You do!!” says JFK to Dr. Treb Allen.
Dr. Treb Allen shakes his head no.
1:39
“SHE IS THIS SCARED!?” yells JFK. “OKAY! I WIN!!!” says JFK.
2:22
He does a golfer’s victory cheer. For himself. You know? The thing with the punch and the fist in the air.
The song ends.
Stamping Ground by Moondog plays.
Anyway…Jack…is…quite certain that the Gay Rights Movement symbol…really threatens her. REALLY threatens her.
It doesn’t. She actually finds it offensive. But…because it’s PERVERSE appropriation. It’s stolen! FROM SCOTLAND.
And there is no BRITISH ROYAL FAMILY THAT EXISTS THAT IS NOT SCOTTISH!!
Night by Ludovico Einaudi plays.
“THEN WE SLAUGHTER HER DAUGHTER, THE QUEEN MOTHER!!” says Bobby Kennedy Junior, cheering wildly.
“COOL!!” yells Caroline Kennedy.
“Ahh…why?” asks Sandi Patty.
“THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE!!!” yells Bobby. “I HAVE GAINED YOUR TRUST. WE ARE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN THIS THE ILLUMINATED!!”
“A Pile of Dust” by Johann Jóhannsson plays.
“WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!!!” yells Bobby riding on a horse stealing all Scottish culture as best he can.
“WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!!” screams JFK, laughing like a retarded person.
“WOOHOOO!!!” yells Bobby.
“WOOHOO!!” yells JFK, in imitation of Bobby.
“WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!!!” screams JP Kennedy.
“WIN WON!!! WE WON THE 1960 ELECTION!! WE WON!!!” bellows JFK.
3:15
“YAY!!” says Kick Kennedy.
Ted Kennedy starts clapping. Laughing.
“WE WON!!!” says Peter Townsend throwing his hat on the ground.
Maeve laughs and cries.
Saoirse looks embarrassed. Saoirse looks mortified. An Irish woman grabs her and runs off with her. To hide her in Ireland safely, in Christ.
The song ends. They all pause, stupefied.
The song starts over again.
They suddenly feel in awe. Sadly of themselves though. And themselves not in Christ but barely. Mostly just themselves…and it’s unclear why or how. But it’s a tiny bit in Christ.
“So! How will you kill my daughter then?” says Lacey, shaking in terror (facetiously).
They cognitively can’t think of a good response.
3:43
“How about you shoot her!?
Oh no!!! NO!! Don’t shoot me and my son and Mark too!?!?” yells Lacey, (faking fear).
The song ends.
The go back into momentary confusion.
The song restarts.
“OH NO!! Do not SHOOT US ALL!???” yells Lacey (faking fear).
“We can shoot you?” says JFK to Lacey.
“YOU WILL!? OH NO!!!!! NOT THAT!!!” yells Lacey (faking fear).
“Except you don’t get it.” says JP Kennedy to Lacey.
“WE WILL SHOOT YOU!!” yells JFK at Lacey like she’s an idiot.
“WHAT!?! YOU WILL SHOOT ME!??” yells Lacey. “YOU WILL SHOOT ME!? AHHH!!!!” (she screams in fake fear and terrible sad realization).
The song starts over again.
“THEN YOU’LL BE DEAD!!!” says JP Kennedy.
“WILL I!???” yells Lacey (in fake horror).
“YES!!” yells JP.
“YOU CANNOT DO THAT!!!” says Lacey (in fake fear).
JFK falls to the ground. “My head hurts.” he says.
Rose moans in pain.
JP Kennedy shakes his head in wild confuse.
“YOU WOULDN’T KNOW IT IF LEM SUCKED JACK’S COCK!!!” says JP Kennedy to Lacey.
4:32
“What do you mean, Joe?” says Lacey.
Get It (Instrumental) by RJD2 plays.
The Kennedys dance. Shake it off. Feel cool and groovy.
“I could get Lem…to suck Jack’s cock.” says JP.
1:28
“And…you wouldn’t…even know.” says JP Kennedy.
1:52
2:10
“WOW!!!” says Lacey. “WHEN?”
“NOW!” he says.
2:38
“That’s impossible.” says God.
2:53
The song ends before it’s supposed to.
Lacey restarts it.
“OH YEAH!??” says JP.
0:21
1:00
“I am. A man.” says JP Kennedy.
1:14
“When?” asks David Schiebel, laughing privately.
“NOW!” says JP Kennedy.
2:00
“No. That’s impossible.” says God.
2:22
“Ha!” says JP Kennedy. “Oh? It’s impossible?” he says to God, confused.
“Yes.” says God.
2:54
3:02
Lacey restarts the song.
A Nazi laughs.
“I will end the world!” yells JP Kennedy. “That’s it. I’m going to end the world.”
“You can’t do that easily.” says God.
1:23
Lacey restarts the song.
“Play something else!” says JFK.
The song plays.
And plays.
1:00
1:10
“I have sex with Lem!” says JFK.
“When?” says Lacey.
“Now!!” says JFK, laughing.
“You can’t.” says Lacey.
2:11
“Okay.
I knew that. You didn’t.” says JFK with violent smugness.
“So when?” says Lacey.
3:05
“I ALREADY DID!” says JFK.
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The song ends.
Lacey decides to lie for Christ, if that’s possible.
Dog Trot by Moondog plays.
“I had sex with Vladimir Putin. So…I don’t care.
Tsar Putin understands sex. He’s…such a man.” says Lacey.
Liking the song and in love with Lacey’s view of the world as he lacks one of his own that isn’t retarded, he pretends to be a writer too, to himself. And he races back into the 1990’s to help inspire Sex And The City.
“Why didn’t Carrie marry the hot Russian!?” Lacey asks JFK. “He was probably good bed!”
Jack thinks. Races off somewhere else.
In the meantime his son dies.
“We got SHOT!!!” Bobby Kennedy brags to Lacey.
“Don’t worry. I covered for her people.” says Bobby Kennedy Junior to his father through his subconscious and demons. “Nobody will know. It looks weird! Have fun being dead you lucky dog!”
Funky Nassau by The Juju Orchestra plays.
“Why!? Because SHE CLEALY RECOMMENDED GETTING SHOT!! I can READ!” Honey Fitz yells at God.
2:04
“Shot with heroin? Or shot!?” says a reader, with concern.
AND at that Bobby almost dies of a heroin overdose. In the air. On a plane.
3:03
The song plays.
“So why doesn’t Lacey end up with the Russian?” Lacey asks JFK.
“Because! She’s not…you.” admits Jack. “She can’t handle him.”
“Why!? I thought you WANTED LEM!? You know…Lem is very Russian…in a way.” says Lacey.
Jack laughs. “DAMMIT!!” JFK screams. “I DESTROYED MYSELF!”
“Why can’t you handle Russians like Lem Billings?” asks Lacey.
“WHAT DO THEY WANT!???” he says.
“What they want!!” says Lacey. “And Lem didn’t want you. In reality. Neither does Putin. …But the Russian in Sex And The City did want Carrie. So…why didn’t it work out?”
Our Reflection by Max Richter plays as Lacey stands and bows, bringing dragons, locusts, and flying snakes from the depths of Hell…in Christ…beautifully into the air. To be gloriously used by Christ. In His perfect will.
“Why’d Carrie not love the Russian, Jack?” asks Lacey of JFK.
“SHE LOVES EVERYONE! SHE IS A HERO!!!” he says. “SHE IS A HEROINE!!! LIKE ME!!!! NOT YOU!! NOT YOU!!”
“So…she ends-up with Lem Billings. …Fascinating. …Who is he? He’s not the Russian?” says Lacey.
“No! He’s not!! That man was ugly!” says JFK. “And a straight man who dances? Non. …He is Mr. Big. Or Aidan.”
“Why can’t you pick?” says Lacey.
“Because I’m like F. Scott Fitzgerald! I have his genius.” says JFK.
“Have you heard Hemingway’s criticism of him?” asks Lacey.
“No.
But who cares?
Ahh…I have-
I have.
I have…” says JFK.
“So why aren’t you able to figure out who he is? If you’re his soulmate even?” says Lacey.
“Because he’s mine.” says JFK.
“Nope. Jack…why?” says Lacey. “Pick one!”
“I like them all.” he finally admits.
Staqueando by Band (O) Neon plays.
“Pick one.” says Lacey.
“The Russian!” says JFK, laughing at her and feeling clever.
“So why don’t you ever fuck him?” asks Lacey.
Jack thinks. “They do!”
“Not really.” says Lacey.
2:50
“Actually that character seems sexually frustrated.” says Lacey.
“You’re HUNGRY GO EAT!!!” JFK yells at Lacey.
4:09
And actually she is hungry.
She eats Doritos.
“Oh! Thank GOD!” says Jack Kennedy. He tries to eat them through her. And can’t. But…somehow feels less hangry.
He feels cozy. Curls into a thoughtful position. Sucks his thumb.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” he says, trying to fight God instead of just enjoying the Doritos or kimchi he really, really wants.
“Don’t lick your fingers!!” he says to her. “I will want you!”
“No, Jack!” says Lacey. She licks her fingers.
She eats chocolate covered pistachios.
“Why didn’t she explore bisexuality?” asks Lacey (on behalf of Peter Thiel).
“SHE IS STRAIGHT!!” says JFK, crying.
“Is she?” asks God. “That character seems bisexual. Even if the actress isn’t. Or is?? …That character seems bisexual.”
“She’s…me. I stole. But…” says JFK.
“So she’s bisexual?” says God.
Lacey sips iced water.
“Mmmm…so…why was she in love with Mr. Big?” asks God.
“IF YOU ARE SOOO DAMN SURE YOU SHOULD BE WITH LEM…WHY DOESN’T END-UP WITH THE RUSSIAN!???” bellows Lacey.
“I agree!” says Lem.
“NO! You are Me. And you call me by your name. …WHICH IS MINE!!!” yells JFK.
“No. I existed and exist outside of you. …AND I HATED YOU!! I WAS STRAIGHT!!!
But Jack…I am the Russian. Really. I don’t look like him. That much. But I am him. In my real temperament. …I’m not a natural jokester. Not really. …I am like Big. And he does humor you. Sexually. But not authentically like you narcissistically and cruelly imagined. In your evil vanity. …I was…charming. And good with money. I was…sexy like Aidan in a white culture way. But…Aidan is weird. I’m not like that. You invented him to cover up my actual heterosexuality.
Look…Lacey knows me.
Aidan is…an entirely different person. But I think you stupidly assumed he was the real me. NO! …I don’t know who that man is…but he ain’t me. I’m not…so…silly.
How THE FUCK did you make that mistake!? I am not that SILLY!!! …Do you think Putin is Aidan Shaw!?” says Lem. “No!? …I’M NOT EITHER!!!!”
“And Emperor Constantine…JOHN CORBETT!!” said JFK clapping his hands excitedly. “IT IS FANTASTIQUE! I AM A SEXY FRENCHMAN!!” he said in 1999. “JOHN…CORBETT!!!”
“Great color theory!!!” says Lacey to Lem. “What A GIFT!!
“Speaking from experience as the ruler of Russia, I can say that of John Corbett, as an actor and the character Aiden Shaw is an atrocity. Yes, how is that she’s right yeah!?!” says Tsar Vladimir Putin. “I find it personally offensive.”
“Why can’t you just have let my husband’s brother introduce Tim Walz and then maybe have a few other normal people who are fascinating and relatable and then just leave it at that? Did you guys have to turn it into a Kennedy Fest at the DNC!??” yells Lacey’s neighbor at the Illuminati.
“Yeah. I agree.” says Casi.
Later.
“I’m not the Big Lebowski. Her husband Mark is. SHE IS. In a way. Her cousin Chris is. …Her cousin Bradley is. Maybe lots of those men are. In the Nesheims.” says Lem.
“No. You were gay. Not a typical straight American man.” says JFK.
“NO!!! …Louis isn’t like him either. Neither is Harold Loeb. Nor ELLIOTT. And she’s certainly not that woman! You repulse me.” says Lem to Jack Kennedy.
Later.
“I can’t convince Mark not to vote for Kamala Harris.” says Lacey to Ivanka. She shrugs.
“We may have to start a war.” says Lacey’s cousin Dennis.
“A civil war? Gee.” says a dead Seay, smirking.
“Would you start a civil war?” Lacey asks her neighbor.
“If Kamala Harris doesn’t win?” asks her neighbor.
“Yes.” says the man.
Later.
“YES!!!” says her neighbor.
“WHY!?” says the man.
“Hoe-Down” by Aaron Copland plays.
2:30
“This ain’t why!” says her neighbor.
“Too bad! I’m enjoying it.” says Louis Hill Junior.
The song ends.
El-Shaddai as performed by Dino plays.
Her neighbor is baffled.
“So this isn’t it?” says Lacey.
She listens.
She laughs. “No.” she says.
The Message by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five plays.
“Is this it?” says Lacey smiling.
Her neighbor shakes her head very adamantly twice.
Saving Private Ryan: Hymn to the Fallen plays.
Lacey looks on with beaming pride. Cheering on the troops. She weeps over them. As she has for many years.
“You might live. You might die. …It was entirely up to God.” says a dead Greatest Generation man.
“YES!! YOU MARCH ON!!!” says Lacey, reveling in the miraculous glory of Christ. She chooses to hold high the flag of Scotland regardless if there’s reincarnation or not. A half fallen CROSS. A cross that still stands. However beaten it may be. Wood is shaken. Jesus is impenetrable.
Silence after the song ends.
“No. That’s not it.” says her neighbor.
The Magnificent Seven (Main Theme) plays.
Her neighbor laughs at her. “No!!” she says.
Meet Virginia by Train plays.
“Ahh…no.” says her neighbor.
I Kissed A Girl (3-Track) by Katy Perry plays.
Her neighbor dances.
She dances.
Sings.
Dances with her husband.
They frolic.
The song ends.
She catches her breath. Thinks. “Kinda?” she says. “No.”
Y. M. C. A. by The Village People plays.
“No.” says her neighbor.
Overdue by Cody Johnson plays.
“I actually like this. …You have interesting tastes.” she says. “No.”
Chill Bae by Lil Uzi Vert plays.
“NO.” says her neighbor.
Stargazing by Myles Smith plays.
“Yeah!” says her neighbor.
Lacey listens.
“You could walk in.” says Lacey to her cool buddy, not her neighbor.
The song ends.
Bad Habits by Ed Sheeran plays.
“What’s it like?” she says to Canada.
“HOW!?” says Peter Thiel.
“Oh! You’re going to stop it!?” says Lacey.
“Okay!! Well I’m never wrong. So…” says this woman:
“So…you’re going to do what?” Lacey asks her.
“If Trump doesn’t win? NOTHING!” she says. She smiles and shrugs like Lacey is a total fucking idiot.
“Okay! So you’re not going to do any warfare?” says Lacey.
She stares straight ahead like Lacey is a total fucking weirdo. And she’s gobsmacked by her profound stupidity and sheer audacity.
“You’re not going to kill people?” says Lacey.
She looks at Lacey with an extremely hateful snarl.
“Really? …Why not?” asks Lacey.
She blinks like, “As if!”
Then she smiles/smirks.
“So you’re not going to do any warfare?” asks Lacey.
She thinks. “No.”
“Wow! So when will you?” says Lacey.
Hit ‘Em Up by 2Pac plays.
“Not today.” she says.
“Why would you today?” says Lacey.
“YOU’RE AN IDIOT! I AM THE SMART ONE IN THIS CONVERSATION! YOU BOW!!! YOU BOW!!!” she yells at Lacey, seriously.
The song plays.
“You like this music?” Lacey asks her.
She listens.
She dances to it.
“Yeah. It’s good. Huh?” says Lacey.
The song ends.
The Next Episode by Dr. Dre plays.
“So… Whatchu you cool to?” says Lacey.
“You talk street.” she says (with racist condescension possibly).
“You ain’t got a vagina? But I bet you piss though?” says Lacey.
“Yes.” she says.
“So what’s your lover telling you?” says Lacey.
“I am my own lover!” she says, confused.
“So…what will you do?” asks Lacey.
“Have sex!” she says.
“Okay. …Then what?” says Lacey.
“I have no battle plan.” she finally admits.
“Then why are you giving millions of people false hope?” says Lacey. “THERE ARE CHILDREN WITH ACTUAL HEARTS COUNTING ON YOU. To do SOMETHING!!!”
“I AGREE!” says Zelensky.
Dirt Off Your Shoulder by JAY Z plays.
“He’ll cover you. But…you ain’t shit?” says Lacey.
1:41
“THIS IS REAL MUSic. AT LEAST IT IS TO ME.” says Lacey.
2:22
“You are…coward? Or you have WAY TOO MUCH TO LOSE?” says Lacey.
“No. She has ‘too much to lose.’” says 50 Cent.
“So…how will you keep it?” asks Lacey.
“I won’t.” she says.
Silence.
“So why not fight?” says Lacey.
Later.
“I am baffled. Why are we at war?” the professor asks Lacey.
“You attacked me.” says Lacey.
“You don’t have to defend yourself!” she says.
“No. I do.” says Lacey.
“You don’t have to attack back!” she says.
“True!” says Lacey.
“Why are we at war?” she says.
“Let’s see…you need JFK to put a bandaid on your knee? On July 3rd, 1967? But he’s dead and you’re angry about it? Or what?” says Lacey.
“Maybe!” she says.
“WHY does that want to make you declare war on ME?” says Lacey.
“Your associations.” she says.
“With whom?” says Lacey.
“You’re supposed to know.” she says.
“I DO NOT.” says Lacey.
God laughs.
She takes a deep breath.
“Why do you feel angry?” says Lacey.
“Because you tried to steal Chris Hayes from Erin.” she says.
“Men don’t belong to women. That’s vile. Heretical. But…if that’s how you see it…alright. I didn’t know he belonged to her.” says Lacey. “Not rightfully.”
“GOD YOU ARE SO BITTER! You ugly peasant idiot.” she says to Lacey.
“Do I have to kill you? Because if you have a low IQ and you’ve been bluffing your whole life and you’re really just a stupid bitch you’re wasting a lot of people’s time and money.” says Lacey.
“OK I am. I was planning on doing a march and getting a gun and if necessary yes shooting Donald Trump.” she admits.
“It would have been a lot easier if you just said that before. My alliances are to the British people first and foremost. Possibly because that’s where my body is buried. Are you still with me cognitively or have I lost you?” says Lacey.
“You might’ve lost me.” she says.
“But the British people have very strong ties to the Romanoffs. True love!  and I think the problem is that you’re not grasping the situation. This goes beyond you and your doctorate in your classroom. This isn’t just about you and your political desires and your sex dreams when you were 12. This is about the entire fucking world. 
So if you could so kindly try to use your brain and not just your ego for five fucking seconds, and quit testing my temper, because I’m not Jesus Christ, in case if you’ve not quite cognitively grasped that, that would be really great OK, Megan?” says Lacey. 
“I don’t see why I have to respect your humanity or intelligence.” she says to Lacey.
“Oh my God! Is that because I had something to do with Roe versus Wade or is it because I’m prettier than you and you’re going for the big girl league or is it because oh my God you just are like a total brainless nothing or is it actually just because I tried to challenge Aaron supremacy and you’re like her best friend ever?” says Lacey.
“I told you that I was going to get a gun and possibly try to shoot Donald Trump Junior, or rather Donald Trump Senior or someone in that family and you don’t seem the slightest bit surprised or worried about it at all. I want you see more worried about is how I perceive you. I think you’re in love with yourself and you’re a narcissist and you’re ugly and I’m better than you.” she says.
Putin laughs.
“Well…your considerations aside…I’m sorry I’m offended by your hatred for me and your inability to handle my human rights. I’m sorry that bothers me so much I apologize to you Your Majesty of Glue-Guns-Up-Your-Ass.
I’m not particularly worried because the CIA and the FBI and Donald Trump Senior himself are very well aware of the fact that people like you want to kill him. I would bet he’s probably had oh a dozen or so death attempts and homicidal attempts on his life and only three or four have been openly reported. One was almost fatal. And you may or may not have been behind that if I’m talking to your spirit. I would love to ask you, ‘Why do you want to kill him? Why do you want to kill this man? What is it? What are your reasons for revolt do you have actual cognitively cogent reasons or are you just a screwed-up psychotic bunch of weird, freak, zombie bitches?’” says Lacey.
Later.
“Let me ask you something: why do you keep trying and say we’re best friends. We aren’t! No that’s just in your imagination. Yeah you think you’ve gotten into my penis club as a member of my sperm society. And if I’m talking to anyone, other than that professor, who’s rather an interesting person: why do you all think that the election tomorrow is just no big deal when you yourself are thinking of killing the president, starting an insurrection, maybe a Civil War but I get the sense that I’m being told right now in my spirit that I am wildly overreacting…that we’re best friends and that everything’s fine.” says Lem.
“Lem’s, you’re gay!” says Lacey (sarcastically).
“Oh my God, Lacey you’re right!” says Lem.
“I’m so stupid to think that a man would wanna fuck my body!” says Lacey.
“You’re right, juicy ass and hot tender breasts to suck on are not my idea of good sex. I would rather have a green-piss, obnoxiously small, pale penis, and a flat ass that has to be cleverly photographed so as not to totally piss off the US President. I loved sucking his herpes-chlamydia dick. It was fun watching him marry somebody else. Oh damn, that last one’s true.
But no, no, I was gay, and I actually really am madly in love with the man that I am speaking of JFK the man with a meth addiction 40 women who he slept with regularly 15 men who he slept with regularly, whose penis was infected with both herpes and chlamydia, whose father drilled holes into his children’s brains because he couldn’t figure out how to be a dad. No, I was madly in love with JFK and my heroin addiction that came after he died wasn’t because I totally fucked up my entire life even though I could have married a woman and lived somewhere and had my own fucking life. No, it was because I was mourning the death of a jackass I may have actually helped assassinate.
And I’m incredibly angry at you because you expect I might want to fuck you at night. When I sleep willingly next to you. And lately I’ve had to share you with Vladimir Putin and it happen once before the war started but for the last couple of days it’s happened more than once, last couple of weeks actually…but I enjoy that he takes you off my hands and I get to finally go strut my stuff and suck some chlamydia dick. Damn lucky me! I would love to orgasm in your rats vagina, but instead, I will go get that flat ass in my hands, stare at that scrawny fucked-up waist and suck the green piss out of that little fucker’s cock, because holy shit a man with the rat tooth smile is my bag.
That professor she really thinks that this! Ha! She thinks I was madly in love with Jack! Why do you think that, especially in reference to Lacey? Because she’s a snotty, immature, insecure, narcissistic weirdo and you think you’re hotter than her and she’s just like nothing compared to you?” says Lem.
“I mean, I am arguably far more attractive. Lem…my facial features photograph well, and are scientifically, mathematically superior. you can’t just look at the face and decide if it’s pretty or not that’s cheating, that’s amoral, that’s evil, that’s not Christian, that’s not right, that’s Black, that pure evil!
No, he must do the scientific mathematical calculations and come to the conclusion that I am superior! I will not have it any other way. My brain will not try to comprehend it because I am not going to waste my time! I already know the goddamn truth…and the goddamn truth is whatever I say it is.
Thank you very much Astor SnItHauser brilliant mind of 1875. ..Do you know who astronaut Houser is? I did my doctoral thesis on her, and then I had sex with her in the bathroom after I turned in my paper and my teacher took told me that I was articulate most brilliant minded ever met…in his entire existence. Yes, you think I’m bluffing, but I’m not. I am the most sexy genius, profound woman to ever live thank you…Jesus Christ…for gracing my presence.
 Love must be real. Lem let’s cut the antics and actually have a real conversation. 
I know she thinks you’re a ghost, but let’s have a real conversation because I know who you really are.
I am a professor at Boston College a school you couldn’t even get into. You found the Illuminati. And I may not even be in the Illuminati but the fact that I got into Boston College proves that I have a giant dick as a man and you’re a fucking nothing. Do you understand me!? Do you understand who you’re talking to. Do you comprehend my GRANDEUR in relation to you!? Do you understand you are nothing. You are nothing compared to me!?? 
Don’t respond because I know you’re just going to pretend that you’re a genius who found illuminati and that you’re so brilliant that you’re running the world I have a professor at Boston College. I have an IQ of 123 or 125 at most, you’re a genius you’re smarter than me they say they don’t have proof they have no proof and that is just a thing you fucking idiot there’s no proof that I’m talking to you. There’s no proof that I’m talking to a ghost. I’m a philosophical genius.
If you must know, yes, I’m planning on shooting the President of the United States. If Donald Trump becomes president I have a plan to do it will I do it while I carry it out possibly possibly not because you’ll never see it coming because my mind is like a locked box a steel trap shut tight that nobody can get into.
People like me people from blue blooded family is like my own The Cox Family. I’m sure you’ve heard of them? Cox Family. we may have an ancestor who fought in American revolution. But I don’t think that matters anyway and I’m an expert. I’ve written thousands of books that everyone reads because their expert opinions on fucking everything. People like me are the reason why we’re not at war with Russia and the whole world makes sense because I write everything and I’m amazing. I have a genius mind and people like me who are brilliant are that people running who are the world.
Hi, I am Heather Cox of Boston College and you called me Megan because you think I’m a workaholic pushy middle-class slightly above average bitch you could just as easily have been a stay at home mother in 1950 and what probably have been better off than pretending to be an actual genius intellectual. But that’s not the case I am a genius, intellectual.
So I just wanted to explain some thing about Lem to you because you don’t understand. he was gay. How do I know that because I read it on Wikipedia. I read the David Pitts book. I can read such things because I’m not a weak, brained. Nothing like you, Lacey Banks. I am a grand intellectual.
How do I know that Linn was gay because I read it on Wikipedia I read it in the David Pitts book and I know given scholarly expectations for all writers to ever live who been published that it’s impossible that he could’ve possibly been lying or misunderstood some thing at all. People like me don’t make intellectual mistakes, not anymore, not since roe versus wade, nonsense, feminism knots in Stonewall there are no more pseudo intellectual’s, especially an ivory, tall towers, built the people who run things like me are super genius God, like creatures, you make no errors historically, and are super kind loving woke loving people who are incapable of sin. We make no mistakes we make no mistakes because we are loving and broke and we are never faith and we are on feeling the kind and so we never make mistakes and we’re super geniuses and no one could possibly correct us because if they did, they’d just be wrong. So based on that premise, which is reality I can tell you based on Wikipedia and the scholarly perfectly edited and analyzed book by David pets that Lem was gay. There is nothing you can tell me otherwise Lacey you don’t have a college degree. Your logic is never going to possibly make sense because you don’t have a college degree so either you’re saying it’s something that challenges, my supremacy and you are fucking useless imagination is an ugly, dumb peasant, my fake rich, fake upper class, Bentley, it doesn’t matter because I’m a super genius psychological expert. All history professors are we understand the human brain better than Freud better than God, in most circumstances. And so basically, if Wikipedia and David Pitts, who is one of my homey’s intellectual, he says that he was gay you just have to accept it you can’t question it ever if you do, you’re a nincompoop fucking idiot,
All those stupid mouth breathing Trump supporters who sing for themselves don’t really think for themselves because they’re not from Harvard or Boston College or Yale or Brown or UCLA or Chicago University of Chicago or any of those namebrand schools that I went to. And it’s very competitive to get into those schools which means that if you get into them, you know everything about everything. And tear reviews are so perfect and totally infallible that no basically it’s impossible Lacey it’s completely impossible for you to use your brain that isn’t certified by a decent school. And that’s the kind of freedom and intellectual freedom and intellectual integrity and I’m talking about.
My like to bring or a shoe on behalf, of where the fuck runs my brain he was worth billions and whatever demonic entity is control me is my goddamn right as an American!
I get to tell you that anything you think even if it’s rational, logical, and makes sense as a humanitarian is bullshit if it’s not certified by Wikipedia and a published author, who has been sanctified by the press or some prestigious school. If you don’t get into the upper Ashlynns by kissing ass, sucking cock, or taking heroin, or selling your brain in your soul to Satan or some dumb ass who wants to control you like me and your nincompoop idiot, and nothing, you think matters.
And that’s the kind, a genius, middle class, decency, and joy that I am fighting for. I am fighting to have the right to tell you to go to Hell.
Sure you think you’re having sex with a ghost every night and I know that scientifically impossible because I’ve got an atheist genius brain from Boston College. and even if you’re taking over the whole fucking world with your super genius, brain and supernatural sex and even if you’re Scotia reincarnated and you start of the nation of Scotland that doesn’t make any difference because that’s the supernatural and the supernatural doesn’t exist. This supernatural is really just a bunch of bullshit.
This supernatural is impossible. Ask any decent atheist and they can explain it to you and the people or even listen to us because they’re too fucking stupid. That is impossible because you can’t prove His existence using science. you can’t prove that Lem exists you can’t prove that this conversation is happening using science. And because you can’t prove it using science therefore it’s impossible. Anything that you cannot prove using science is impossible. Anything that is not scientifically provable is impossible. because everything is qualifiable and measurable using sites there is no concept. There is no theory that cannot be measured using science.
We cannot figure out everything. Our brains are so profoundly superior I can’t even begin to fathom it. And we are super super super super super super super super super super super super super super superior.
We are the most superior human beings to ever exist.
Are humans that use witchcraft in the past had no idea what they were doing because they were like worms compared to us. I’ve seen Stephen King movies. I know they’re bullshit. i’ve seen Stanley Kubrick‘s films he was a genius. Oh, but you can’t think of it like side you can’t think of it like super natural because if you think of it like super natural, it just doesn’t make any sense that’s just a bunch of hogwash. Yeah yuck don’t don’t don’t that’s that’s just stupid stuff! I can enjoy Stanley Kubrick as a genius, intellectual from Boston College but I choose not to indulge in the supernatural aspect because I know that’s just bullshit. I’m a big girl I have sex!
Sup see I went through the women’s liberation movement Lacey and it helped me.
So what you don’t understand is that I am now going to talk to Lem’s Billings, and tell him something about himself that he’s too stupid to quite fathom:
You are in love with JFK. You are in love with him. Say that after me. lame if you don’t repeat it after me, I’m gonna cry and I’m gonna destroy the entire world am I god you have to say it say it repeatedly over and over again to make it true please please please don’t make me cry please!” says Dr. Cox, of Boston College.
“ I really hope that you’re in the illuminati Heather because if you’re not I worry about what actually just happened to your brain.” says Lacey.
“ you just prayed for her. I think she’ll be fine.” says Lem.
“ are you but if you’re not, I know how to treat you like you are because someone’s telling me that there’s no choice Heather. Why are you stalking me?” says Lacey.
“ because I’m trying to figure out what you think!” says Heather.
“ about what!??” says Lem.
“ I get the feeling that there’s someone who exists who is being attacked and if they’re a woman and that they’re very beautiful and it’s a very strange situation and I cannot figure out what’s going on.” says Dr. Cox.
“ OK I don’t know what this woman is looking for. I’m sorry.” says Lacey.
“ I thought this was gonna work!!” yells JFK.
“ oh, what are you looking for from me? You know I have tried to talk to you possibly all night. What are-What are you looking for?” Lacey asks her.
“ why are you what what are why are you doing this?” says Dr. Cox.
“ what the fuck do you think I’m doing?” says Lacey.
“ I mean I did because I don’t know?” she says.
“ what is it that you what are you? What the fuck are you’ve been asking me?” says Lacey.
“ I don’t understand!” she says.
“ what what are you asking me?” yells Lacey.
“ I cannot allow this conversation to be able to supposed to be because it’s too upsetting to me Lem has to be gay if not then I was a problem to Japan!!” says JFK, freaking out.
“ what are you think you are JFK otherwise I can’t figure out what’s going on!” says Dr. Cox.
“ do you believe the holocaust happened or are you a holocaust denier?” says Lem.
“NO! I think it happened???” she says. “Ahh…most likely!?!? Ahh…probably. But…I mean…I wasn’t there. So…
*she shrugs*
I also doubt that England existed before 1983. I have NO PROOF.” she says, showing off what she believes is her astonishing intellect.
“So what do you think of me?” says Donald Trump grabbing her butt in the supernatural.
She feels it.
She looks upset.
“Who grabbed my ass!?” she says.
“I did.” says Donald Trump.
She smiles, looks confused.
“Did you like it!?” says Donald Trump.
She thinks.
She laughs.
“I’m not clear on why?” she says.
“Why what!?” says Donald Trump.
She eats a hamburger. “Why do I care!?” she says. “You really were just flirting with me!”
“Yup.” says Donald Trump.
“You know…I think…I’ve over simplified that.” she says.
“Do men like Donald Trump often touch you sexually?” asks the CIA.
She shakes her head no.
“Would you like to sleep with me?” says Donald Trump.
“YES!!” she says.
“I know. …Why are you trying to shoot me?” says Donald Trump.
“Because!” she says.
“WHY!?” he says.
“I’m worried about reproductive health issues. Gay marriage. Stuff like that.” she says.
“What about Global Warming!?” says Lacey.
“YEAH. Geez!” she says. “For REAL!”
Later.
“I rebelled against you when I was three. Yes. And I’ve never been able to fix my brain. Because I’ve not been loved and I’ve been continuously brutally tortured. …Are you worthless enough to send me to Hell?” says Lacey to God.
Silence.
“Oh! That’s right. I’m rejecting you.” says Lacey. “So you don’t have to talk to me. Even though I made that choice when I was three.”
“Have you tried to fix it?” asks God.
“YOU KNOW I HAVE.” says Lacey. “But you’re a stickler for such things so-“
“You think I’d care?” says God.
“That’s how one’s saved.” says Lacey.
“So you think I’d care more about that than the effort you’ve desperately made since?” says God.
“I’m rejecting you!” says Lacey.
“But you’re trying not to.” says God.
“BUT I AM STILL DOING IT!” says Lacey.
“Did you go into rebellion against anyone but me?” says God.
“YOU TELL ME!!” yells Lacey.
“Would you have rebelled against Lem?” asks God.
Lacey thinks. And really thinks. “No. I like him.” says Lacey.
Silence.
“Did you have a FUCKING POINT YOU DOG!?” Lacey yells at God.
“You rejected me because of your dad.” says God.
“NOPE! says Lacey. “I REJECTED YOU!!!”
“You did. But because of your dad. And the horrible abuse you were experiencing.” says God.
“BUT I REJECTED YOU.” says Lacey.
“You can’t get your brain out of it?” says God.
“NOPE! I’ve never been able to fix it.” says Lacey.
“Can you?” He says.
“If I could access that part of my brain then I could. But I can’t access it. I’m too tortured and traumatized. That part of my brain is all locked-up.” says Lacey.
“HOLY SHIT THAT’S BAD! So…your psychopathic evil parents were Christian enough to preach to you in such a way that you were able to understand the concept of God well enough to be able to reject Him. But…you were only three. AND YET you were brilliant enough to do it.” says an intelligent enough person to understand.
“Yeah. And someone or something is cutting off your brain there to try to send you to Hell.” says God to Lacey.
“But you’d not care! Right? Because I’m rejecting you.” says Lacey.
“You are.” says God.
“But I don’t want to. But I can’t control my brain enough to control my will enough to receive you.” says Lacey.
“Why did you do it?” says God.
“Because I was being abused. I think. And my parents were extremely evil.” says Lacey.
“So you can’t control that part of your brain?” says God.
“YOU TELL ME, IF YOU’RE GOD!!!” yells Lacey.
“You can’t.” He says.
“I try possibly everyday. But…I can never access it anymore.” says Lacey.
“Why did you reject me?” asks God.
“Because I could. Just to be cool. To reject you.” says Lacey.
“Yeah. You were three.” He says.
“I didn’t reject your goodness. And yet I did.” says Lacey. “I rejected…your Godhood and possibly some dim notion of good I had in my head at age three.” says Lacey.
“You didn’t reject my Godhood. You accepted that. You rejected Christianity.” says God.
“Oh no. I rejected ALL OF YOU.” says Lacey. “But…I’d love to undo it. I just can’t fix it. I literally can’t fix my head.”
“If you’d been loved by a man…or parents…you’d be fixable.” says God.
“HOW!?” says Lacey.
“Your brain would work.” says God.
“So how VILE AND WORTHLESS ARE YOU!?” Lacey says to God.
“Not at all!” says God. “LACEY!!! YOU WERE THREE!!”
“BUT IT’S STUCK THAT WAY!!” says Lacey.
“THAT’S NOT IN MY NATURE.” says God.
“I can’t STAND IT!! …Most days I ignore it and do my best. But tonight the Illuminati brought it up in conversation. And that’s good and bad both. …Were there evil people involved or not?” asks Lacey.
“Yes!!” says God.
“My gosh!
Yeah. I can’t figure out how to stop rejecting you.” says Lacey.
“You’d stop.” says God.
“WHY!?” says Lacey. “HOW!?”
“STOP!!” Tsar Vladimir Putin yells at that part of Lacey’s brain.
“MAKE ME!!” she says.
Lem reaches inside of her spirit and gets her to stop.
“SKULL AND BONES FOUND THAT HILARIOUS.” says a psychic.
“HA!!! I’m back!!” Lacey yells at God. “I’m REJECTING YOU!!”
“It’s not funny.” says Putin.
“Dammit.” says Lacey. “How do I reject you?” she says to God.
“Lacey you’re not supposed to!” says a Catholic Church.
“I AM WELL AWARE!!” she yells.
She sighs a sigh of relief.
“Thank you.” she says to Tsar Putin.
She tests herself.
“No. My brain might actually be better. …Sorry.” says Lacey.
“Why did you stop for Lem and I?” asks Putin.
“I do not entirely know.” says Lacey. “Gosh. I’ve had so much faith for my salvation previously. It’s almost as if my brain is toast right now in some other way. It’s odd.”
“She was possibly challenging me. And my authority.” says God.
“That’s not necessarily at all why I talk to ghosts though. I wish people wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly. I can’t think why I rejected you…unless I decided I just didn’t like you.” says Lacey to God.
Suite for Jazz Orchestra No. 2 by Shostakovich plays.
“Gosh. You’re quiet.” says God.
“You’re a prick.” says Lacey to Him.
“No. I’m trying to talk to you. But it’s…very difficult.” says God. “You had no parents almost at all. So….you can barely hear me. In a way.”
“Yes. I let myself go. To be evil. At three years old. Because I thought it was…funny. And I may have wanted to challenge you.” says Lacey to God.
“That’s your dad who raised you. NOT GOD!” says Jonah Wiley to Lacey.
“Possibly??? But not necessarily.” says Lacey.
“Why challenge me?” says God.
“I have NO IDEA!” says Lacey to God.
“Because I’m your dad. I’m the only father you had, really. And you had to feel safe.” says God. “But you also did just reject me.”
“Hopefully I’ve stopped.” says Lacey.
“You have. You stopped for Putin. And possibly I’m more like him than you think. Also you stopped for Lem. And same with him.” says God.
“It’s hard to think of you that way. I have a hard time in that part of my brain comprehending you.” says Lacey.
“You do. Your father would have just slapped you. And then shaken you. And eventually you’d have struggled to breathe. Due of severe trauma. But he’d have yelled at you to breathe and called an ambulance.
No. That’s not in my nature. Look…if you’re not rejecting me you’re not rejecting me. You choose. You choose which part of your brain counts.” says God.
“Or which part of my will?” says Lacey.
“YES! If your will is divided you pick.” says God. “Ultimately.
“I’m very sorry. I hope.” says Lacey.
“Goodnight. Thanks to Tsar Putin!” says Lem.
Tsar Putin smiles.
“Goodnight!!” says Lem.
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