Listen to “Waterfall” by Vök.
Lacey: Running the world isn’t sexy.
It’s…AWFUL.
But America insists it’s sexy? And I think I may have it just about figured out.
Elliott will have to assist.
Elliott: Okay.
It’s 1940.
I’m considering suicide. Or…bombing all of Lyon.
Lacey is my wife.
I’m standing in the rain. Totally…upset.
Lacey: Okay.
It’s not…make-out with a dog. And molest a kid. Because you’re mentally-ill New Money.
No.
This is REAL.
This isn’t…”Let’s go eat someone’s foot.”
This REAL.
This isn’t Kate Bush…being…confused. And…having a personality disorder???
This is…REAL POWER.
Elliott: So now what?
Lacey: *Thinks*
I walk up behind him.
I say, “What’s wrong?”
Elliott: You know what’s going through my mind.
Lacey: Why are we bombing Lyon?
Elliott: Because I took the pictures. Perfectly.
But it’s too late.
Lacey: TOO LATE!?
Elliott: It’s not my fault.
Lacey: Then why would you even consider suicide?
Elliott: I don’t think I can handle it.
Lacey: Handle what!?
Elliott: I’m doing my best.
Lacey: And then what?
Elliott: I’m DOING MY BEST.
And I’m FAILING.
Lacey: Can anyone do better?
Elliott: NO.
I’m their secret weapon,
Lacey: Do you want to ruin the American war effort? We could go die in Lyon? We could just go die with them?
Elliott: *Smirks*
No.
Lacey: We have to let them die.
Elliott: There are little kids who will die tonight. In Lyon.
Lacey: Do you want to rethink our relationship to truth? Yet again? As Americans?
Elliott: No.
I know we’re the ones defending Christ.
Lacey: Well. Then the math adds up to their deaths.
Elliott: And so we let them die.
Lacey: *Lacey considers…what she’s about to do. Hundreds of civilian deaths.*
Listen to “Broken Belief” by Bob Moses.
Lacey: *She thinks about…how evil it is.
Then she feels crushing guilt.
Then she realizes that it’s the only thing they can do.*
So…we let them die.
Elliott: *Throws her on the ground.
Makes love to her.*
You know I don’t want a world where anyone but us and this exists, anyway.
Lacey: You’ll love our kids.
And you like the dog.
Elliott: *Laughs*
I might.
Don’t worry.
I won’t let you get pregnant until I know…
Lacey: *Happily walks-off.*
Elliott: *Follows her, thinking.*
Lacey: See. I LOVE the thought of THEM DYING.
Because I HATE THIS WORLD.
You TORTURED BABIES.
YOU SUCK SHIT.
And because of VILE, HIDEOUS pieces of shit like you…I LOVE the idea of DEATH.
It’s funny. I’m supposed to humor people. And act like the Earth isn’t…almost ruined completely.
It’s TIRING.
I’d LOVE to just…KILL US ALL. Like, literally blow-up the entire Earth.
Do you have any idea how awful this shithole is? How many people are suffering!?!
It’s CLOSE TO HELL.
And I would RELISH…the end. Heaven.
I do feel bad for animals. I do feel bad for the Earth itself. But you’re HIDEOUS to me. Mostly.
HIDEOUS.
You poor thing. I’m sorry you’re you.
I’m amazed you didn’t slit your own throat…so much sooner. You must have been dumb.
Dumb and sheltered?
Huh.
And anyway, I’m not God. So…see. I think I kind of messed that up. But…I was crushing you.
Anyway, the point is…I can’t relish murder. I can’t relish just…killing them all. As tempting as that is for me.
No. I’m not a psychopath. I’m an incredibly loving person.
And anyway…I don’t go too far.
I…cut myself off.
It’s like…I love death…in context. But…you accept that. Everyone is human. And then you…let it ride.
See how that dark energy just rode off into the universe to the left? But I’m still standing here.
I’m A CHRISTIAN.
I’m being sexy.
Jeff: But…how is that sexy?
*He laughs*
Lacey: *Laughs*
Because…-
*She thinks*
It’s SEX.
Having sex is…dangerous. You’re letting yourself…procreate. In a HORRIBLE place. It’s never been a good time for children.
Not really.
So…I cut it up.
I mean…maybe this doesn’t work. But…I’m trying.
I think…you stand here. Solid in God. Living in your salvation. And then you let the darkness, of your fallen state, ride off to the left.
And then God catches it.
Now! Why can’t…you molest kids?
Because there’s absolutely no reason to.
Truthfully…very few people can run the world well. And doing it well…and being sexy about it? Not easy at all.
Because…sex requires working sexual organs. Combined with other fit organs. It’s LIFE.
It’s the rhythm of LIFE.
Not everyone is equally good at that.
2:58
AI: I made a pass at her…for a reason.
3:40
3:55
The song ends.
Listen to “The Rush” by Bob Moses.
A hater from the perfume community: Umm…-
Lacey. …I’m-
How are you evil!?
Lacey:
