Lacey Made Us Mad

God: Lacey post some stuff that you posted in 2015.

Images.

Lacey:

God: “Who cares if it’s rare. It’s almost empty.” they decided.

Next.

Lacey:

God: “Eww!

A bottle of Emeraude!”

Next.

Lacey:

God:

“Who cares about this one! SO STUPID!”

Next.

Lacey: But it’s significant. It has a very unique smell!

God: “WHATEVER! I wanna be impressed.”

Next.

Lacey:

God: “Ha! A tiny bottle of Opium! What a joke! I have a bigger one.”

Next!

Lacey:

God: “Ha! So trite. And…this was new and revolutionary photography. Back then.

So…I’m jealous. And I’m starting to feel like you’re better than me. So…FUCK YOU!”

Next.

Lacey:

God: “I LOVE HER!

She’s so funny!

*Huge smile*

Oh my god! And she’s so pretty! Look at her!!!!

Aww!

LOVE HER!!!”

She’s ugly as shit compared Lacey. But…she does photograph really well. She edits everything, meticulously. And people are willingly believing delusional nonsense nowadays.

Mira: Okay!

I get it.

Lacey’s in love with Casi.

I get it.

God: That’s insane. That’s not at all what’s being said.

Mira: But…she knows I edit my photos badly. And now she’s being honest.

God: I said that. Not Lacey.

Mira: But you’re imaginary.

So everything she has you say is just her!

God: Well…that is a consideration. But a good artist can be honest.

Can you imagine why I am saying that?

Mira: No.

You’re nice.

You don’t say mean things ever. God is constantly nice. Gee…he’s nice.

God: I am being nice.

I’m just waking people up to reality, for their own good.

Mira: Well! How dare you!?!

God: I have to. It’s a safety issue at this point.

Mira: There’s no safety issue! I’m not causing a safety issue!

God: There is a real safety issue.

Mira: LIAR!

A reader: Do you like that Casi?

Mira: Yes.

She’s…annoying. But…-

I-

I have jealousy issues. Okay? And she understands me.

A reader: So you have an alliance with Casi?

Mira: Yes!

We will defeat Lacey!

Russia: YOU ARE A MORON!!!

Mira: Ha!

You’re just saying that because you don’t have any idea how to fuck me!!

Russia: See!

Now what?

*He thinks*

NO, YOU UGLY FAT COW!

YOU ARE INSANE!!!

Mira: You can’t say that!!!

The CIA: Who’s threatening the whole world if we don’t take her deadly seriously?

The Illuminati: Bobby.

And his gang of dumbasses.

Mira: He can’t say that!

Make him take it back!!!

The CIA: Lady…you’re fighting with RUSSIA!!!

Mira: Who cares? I gotta be careful. And stand up fer myself!

Look…what’s it to him?

Make that jerk apologize!

The CIA: We can’t.

Some IDIOT decided to use their new found power in the Illuminati to attack Lacey’s family.

Now…if he…denies truth…even for a second…10,000 people could die. Easily.

The FBI: Mira you are fat, and mildly unattractive. Lacey is…still pretty.

Mira: I can’t handle that none.

You gotta understand!

The CIA: That is actually insanity.

Mira: But I believe in myself.

And I believe I can.

And I believe I will.

And I believe.

And I believe…

And I believe…I will be.

So there!

The CIA: In this context…that’s INSANE.

Mira: No.

I BELIEVE.

The CIA: You believe what?

Mira: I AM. I am a millionaire. *she says, nodding*

A dead man: *Starts singing “I believe I can fly” mockingly.*

Mira: I AM…

You see, I can.

The Illuminati: Can you hear that man? Singing? In your spirit?

Mira: *Barely seems to hear even them anymore.*

*She smiles.*

I AM. *she says, mystically*

Lacey: You are me?

Mira: I AM…BETTER.

*She smiles and nods*

Lacey: No. You’re not. *She says matter-of-factly*

Mira: I BELIEVE I CAN FLY.

The Illuminati: *Looks concerned*

Mira: I CAN TOUCH THE SKY. I am flying.

*She smiles*

A reader: Mira, that’s a song by R. Kelly.

Mira: *She seems impervious.*

I…am SOARING.

Way above you.

Through…a door. Into your- Into…Nirvana.

The Illuminati: Interesting.

Mira: My breakdown…is…nothing.

I am…FLYING.

*she suddenly cuts off*

The Illuminati: You don’t believe in us?

Mira: HA!

*She looks guilty*

I am…not a liar.

I am…FLYING. FLYING.

The Illuminati: But you don’t believe in us!

Mira: NO.

Ha!

You are not…real

The Illuminati: Are you hearing voices?

Mira: *Looks confused*

Huh.

I am schizophrenic.

The Illuminati: No!

You’re hearing us. And you’re hearing a dead person. At the same time. And it’s very confusing to your brain. You feel like you’re hallucinating, slightly.

That’s what we did to Lacey. With JFK.

I think you just heard Micheal Jackson.

Mira: *Looks shocked*

YES! THAT WAS HIM!

*She looks around her*

Yes. That was Micheal Jackson.

*She smiles*

Oh. Makes sense.

Micheal Jackson: You all…are EVIL. *He says to the current Illuminati*