“Air”

Turns out…they’ve been killing Lacey with repressed emotion. …When she felt Lem was withholding his love…it made her cry so much…she almost felt like she could literally die. …They’ve been using her repressed profound sadness and grief to try to starve her of oxygen or torture her and scare and hurt her children. Lacey has had wretched air hunger. In April of last year. And now approaching the holidays…and etc. and etc..

She’s led an incredibly painful life. And seemingly not having anyone to cry to…she’d just not cried.

“I’m still grieving him. …If there’s reincarnation I still just want to die.” says Lacey, crying.

“He was gay!” says a man sarcastically.

“I don’t think I can care! …Why is that my problem!?” says Lacey from the depths of her soul.

“Maybe you’re right!” says a gay man, condescendingly.

She stares at him, confused.

“I actually was straight.” says Lem. “But it wasn’t clear until my 60’s. Well…clear to me.”

“Why is she here!???” says a gay man.

“He might not have been gay sweetie.” says an Old Money woman to Lacey.

“I’m mad Queen Elizabeth II died too! …Everyone just left me here!” says Lacey

Lacey cries. “I don’t even know if she still exists!” she says crying.

“Lacey has your air hunger improved since you started crying?” asks an Illuminati man.

“Yes!” she says. “But I genuinely need to be sad.”

“Your air hunger started after Elizabeth died?” says a man.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

Lacey cries.

“She was Lacey’s best friend!” says Lem. “The very best friend she ever had.”

“She was just so dear.” says Lacey. “And she understood so much!”

“SHE DID!” says King George VI.

“She’s irreplaceable!” says Lacey.

Prince Philip nods.

“You’ll see all these people again in Heaven!” says Jonah Wiley to Lacey, cheerfully.

“Yes! …it’s just life is so dreary and dead. …Nobody understands me anymore. Nobody thinks that way anymore. I’m an alien. It’s incredibly lonely!” says Lacey. “SO COLD. …If it wasn’t for Great Britain, Donald Trump, and North Korea, and Russia I think I’d genuinely go insane. Truly. Completely insane.”

North Korea smiles at her kindly.

“What’s that like?” asks Jonah Wiley.

“It’s like staring at a turned off television screen. Or rather one that’s incredibly hard to perceive. Terrible reception. …And you keep staring and trying to make sense of it. But it just keeps getting more and more confusing to make out. And then eventually…you know it’ll probably just completely disappear. …Or will it? …And there will be nothing left to watch. …No more people to even watch. Just…silence.” says Lacey. “And I try to trust in God. And I try to keep my hopes up that Lem is real. But…I’m a very rational person. And very sane, possibly. Very scientific. And it’s TERRIFYING.”

“Jack…if there’s reincarnation did you anticipate May experiencing that or no?” asks a living psychologist.

“No. …I had no idea. …I didn’t know her life would be this bad. …But I’m in rebellion against God. …And I made her life even worse. …Of course this is all based on a hypothetical situation though, where there’s reincarnation.” says Jack. “I do torture her though, regardless.”

“WOW! You are evil.” says a living psychologist to JFK.

“Sweetie…if I give you cancer…in 20 years….or less…we’ll make sure to kill your kids too.” says a woman in her 80’s. “I think I could figure out how to give you cancer. Or something.”

“I could kill her. But I’ve chosen not to.” says God.

Helena Bonham Carter expresses frustration to God.

“Lem came back. You weren’t here. He thought he was gay. …But…I don’t know what that was all about.” says David Hyde Pierce, laughing. “Could he have been straight? Maybe! …I don’t think…he was capable of loving someone the way he loves you. …He just never got married.”

“Did Jack replace me?” says Lacey.

“Mmmm. COULD HE!?” says David.

Lacey thinks. “Oh dear. …Maybe not.”

“Then I doubt it!” says David.

Lacey takes a deep breath. Looks absolutely baffled. “Who is this Lem Billings they keep talking about? He’s not the real Lem Billings, I don’t think. Not necessarily.”

“It’s me!!” says a gay version of Lem Billings.

“Did I have a dream about you last night?” asks Lacey.

“YES!” he says, smiling.

“Do you like me?” she says.

“Yeah!” he says, sweetly and friendly.

She smiles. “I didn’t think you’d hate me! …But that’s what they keep telling me, subconsciously.”

She had a dream last night…that Lem Billings was basically in a Common Law Marriage to man in St. Louis, MO with the last name of Hall. …Mr. Hall was a very successful, wealthy businessman. She was in his giant warehouse. In St. Louis, MO in the 1950’s. …He was Lem Billings’s real true love. And in this dream…he was slightly cold to Lacey until he registered her confusion and anguish and then he got scared.

Lem had a smoking problem. Was very gay. Very gay. And looked fairly similar…but was…ultimately just gay.

“Jack why don’t you GET IT!??” yells Roger Schurke who pretended to be “Gay Lem.”

“You keep telling her this:

It’s 1940.

Lacey, looking like this:

With this figure:

Walks up to Lem to presumably make-out with him, although she seems innocent and unaware of that. Rather, she just beautifully drawn to him.

And even though he’s straight says to her, ‘EHH! FUCK OFF YOU DISGUSTING OLD BITCH!!!’

She blinks, confused.

‘YEAH! Sorry you’re an ugly, dumb bitch compared to me!’ says JFK, grinning.

She thinks.

‘You’re awfully scrawny. …But I guess…you look kinda good?’ says Lacey, confused.

‘But you aren’t a woman!?’ says Lacey who legitimately looks like this:

And like that.

‘I AM SO MUCH HOTTER!’ says Jack Kennedy, sincerely. ‘But also…we’re EXTREMELY RICH. Not just rich. AND…he LOVES THAT!’ says Jack laughing through his nose at Lacey.

‘I…doubt that.’ says Lacey. ‘I really doubt that.’

Jack starts screaming bloody murder. And suddenly demons come to his rescue. They confuse Lacey and she bats her eyes trying to refocus her brain.

‘LOOK! …He just doesn’t like straight sex anymore. Or YOU! …He likes BUTT SEX. And ORAL SEX! AND ME!!!” says JFK grinning while violently demanding she believe him, perverting the Holy Spirit to do so.

Lacey blinks. Baffled. Furrows her brow. Blinks. Bites her lip. Blinks. Furrows her brow again.

‘But Jack…I don’t get it!’ says Lacey.

‘LOOK! …HE DOESN’T EAT CORNCOBS. HE DOESN’T LIKE GRAPE SODA. …HE HATES ICE CREAM UNLESS IT’S LACED WITH COCAINE. …HE EATS…DOGS. …AND HE NEVER SLEEPS!’ says JFK, reading off a script prepared for him by demons.

Lacey thinks. ‘Well goodness…what a life! …But I suppose that’s how people are nowadays. …I’ll just have to endure.

Thanks for telling me, Jack.’ she says, devastated, before walking-off VIOLENTLY weeping in her spirit.

She’s so young. She’s so…of my generation. And because it’s said to her subconscious by demons…through JFK she’s wholeheartedly believed it.

She thinks I eat dogs.” says Lem Billings.

‘WOW! …You’re not even meaning à euphemism?’ says a living man.

‘NO!’ says Lem. ‘GROW-UP!!!’

‘Okay. She’s she thinks she’s COMPLETELY lost you?’ says a dead Black man. ‘LIKE YOU ARE GONE!’

‘YES!!!!’ yells Lem. ‘He told her…when she was young…that my soul didn’t even exist anymore. That I’d had too much pleasure with him to care about my own soul or existence at all anymore. And I’d just willingly and HAPPILY ceased…to….EXIST. …And you’ve all VIOLENTLY backed him up for several years now. IT’S ASTONISHING! …The British…are my only true friends. Even the more liberal ones still find it conceivably possible I still exist as myself. …But most living people today are insistent on constantly repeating Jack’s horror story.’

“So this obviously isn’t just about homosexuality. …It’s that you just…don’t exist. According to JFK?” says a gay British man.

“I was straight.

I really was.

…But yes. Yes, he has almost wholly obliterated my ability to be recalled by the living as my actual self.” says Lem.

“Who does he say you are?” asks Lacey.

“A Leonardo DiCaprio of my time. …A Leonardo DiCaprio who…was a normal straight boy until I met him. …And when I met him he suggested we have prank sex. Oral sex. Just as a joke! A joke on old farts. And I, being a sweet, innocent, naive dumbass agreed. And that’s when he totally took over my ENTIRE SOUL!!!

…The instant he gave me oral sex…I was GONE! …I was…LOST for ALL OF ETERNITY…to EVERYONE! And God himself was so in awe of JFK’s amazing male beauty and glamor and mystery that He understood that I was merely to be an adoring mist…following Jack around…forever.

And so I am. Nothing. Nobody. Just…pure…sexy…ADORING…UNQUESTIONING…WHOLLY LOVING AND ACCEPTING…LOVE. Just for Jack. Just for JFK. A light…for Jack. A light for the troubled ASTOUNDINGLY sexy JFK…to glance at occasionally. …And maybe…with my light of LOVE…I shall someday…somewhere…make him give a shit. Make him give a shit about other people besides just himself.

But the Kennedys are so damn rich and sexy….we obviously forgive. FOR EVERYTHING!!!” says Lem, sarcastically.

“That is not this:

Jack looks fat and scrawny at the same time!

Is not this:

Nor is

This:

But media has you thinking Jack…is UNBEATABLE!!!” says Lem. “Gen. Z hates Jackie Kennedy. They find her UGLY. …But she isn’t that bad. …IT’S JACK who’s HIDEOUS!”

“He’s more attractive than Jack!! No offense to him.

…I HATE him. No love. Just HATRED. …The kind of violent hatred you feel when I man takes advantage of your good-hearted nature you’re whole life…sodomizes you…and then when you stand-up for yourself goes after your wife and kids and turns the whole world against you practically.” says Lem.

Jack LOOKS GAY! …His body LOOKS GAY! …Mine did not. …And aside from fitting in with other gay men of his type…his body is wholly unacceptable. …But we overlook that! IT IS CREEPY!

That’s HIM! And believe me…he was that ugly. He really was that ugly in person. He photographed extremely well. ….You’re all so fooled!” says Lem. “It’s one of the reasons I gave up on life and just tried to die.”

“No! You really have her fighting to BREATH because you’re all bamboozled into not seeing that that’s what she looks like naked. And that somehow…I was so gay…I couldn’t fuck her and enjoy it.” says Lem.

“She’s very careful. You don’t know! She’s VERY good at hiding her body… And Jack was too. Kinda. He also had swarms of aids helping him.” says Lem.

“It’s that Vs.

And it’s amazing you all can’t see the difference.” says Lem.

Awkward silence.

“I was hot enough to be with someone else. And as much as I looked gay in my mannerisms…I was straight. You really have to look beyond the surface. …And there’s NO WAY…a normal person would ever give up their soul…for bad sex. A birthright for soup? Maybe! …Your soul for life-long fame and fortune? Maybe. But bad sex!? NO! That’s INSANE!” says Lem. “Anyway…I was straight and I didn’t.”

“Do we ever explain why?” asks a Boomer woman.

“You say it’s because he was SO MUCH MORE FUN. Not fun as in good sex, though. Nothing passionate. Nothing intense. Nothing hot. Just…jolliness. Like Elf. But with bad gay sex. Jack is a creepy, evil elf. Who’s really hyper and manic and sadistic. And somehow I LOVE IT!!!” says Lem.

Later.

“Goodnight.” says Lem. “Lacey and I are going to bed.”