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: What do you think that darkness is then?
A hater in the perfume community: Your shadow.
Your energetic shadow.
2:55
Lacey: *Thinks*
Go on?
A hater in the perfume community: Okay.
Let me ask you and Elliott this. Were either of you…at all shocked when Britney Spears lost her mind?
Lacey: I was surprised she fell for it.
Elliott: *Laughs*
I’m not an idiot.
*He smiles*
Okay!
But you wanna know?
I felt…sad.
A hater in the perfume community: Yeah!
Would either of you be shocked by how little people cared? …Disturbed yes. Maybe suicidal? But…shocked?
Lacey: The way she experienced it? Not a child being tortured?
A hater in the perfume community: Yes.
Lacey: NO!
What was she expecting?
Elliott: Yeah. I agree.
A hater in the perfume community: This is sad.
*He cries*
Elliott: Why are you crying. We don’t know.
Seriously.
A hater in the perfume community: YOU ARE NOT EVIL!!!
You two KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON.
And you’re…horribly sad. And lonely-
Lacey: Yes! But…I’m impatient.
I’m patient with my kids.
I’m a very patient person? But…I get tired. And…I get ready to start…shooting. In a war. Too ready.
And that is actually evil. Even if it’s…comedic. If you compare it to most people.
Tom Banks: She’s my daughter.
Lacey: I don’t like seeing people suffer.
But…yeah. I could get trigger happy. Nowadays.
Elliott: *Nods*
A hater in the perfume community: But you’re not shooting innocent people. And if you are…it’s because they’re being tortured.
Are those people in Lyon starving?
Lacey: *Looks worried*
Yes.
Probably.
And I’m sure they’re sad.
But…I’m still trigger happy.
I don’t think that’s my shadow…
It’s not necessarily great evil. But…it doesn’t have to be. …Matter-of-fact…the original idea of the Illuminati was that it wasn’t supposed to be. I have no idea why Americans don’t get that…
It’s sad.
Lem: She’s right.
It’s…HORRIFIC.
We don’t mean to be insensitive about Andrew. But…it’s British humor.
Poor lad…has decided he has a penchant for human baby “meat”.
Lacey: *Laughs*
I feel like making fun of him…is…hopeful.
Lem: Yes!
Maybe he’s not going to eternal Hell. And…I would imagine he’d like to…just laugh at his…condition.
Lacey: It’s hopeful.
A hater in the perfume community: Do you want us to laugh at you?
Lem: Can you?
A hater in the perfume community: Help us?
Elliott: How do you not just get it!??
Lem: I…mean…it’s sad.
I was so determined to be gay.
A hater in the perfume community: Like…some people are determined to be rockstars?
Lem: Yes.
I’m not sure if that’s a good analogy. But…it’s the same concept.
Bob Moses: How did Jack not notice this!?
Lem: You all don’t seem to want to know.
Bob Moses: Fine!
When you did service him…what were you feeling?
Lem: Honestly!?!
I was excited, at first. Because I assumed…stupidly that I would eventually enjoy gay sex. Well, for years, anyway.
Yeah! I’m not dumb. But…some women make fun of men…for thinking like I do.
I just kept thinking it would work.
*He laughs*
And then by…the 40’s…I was…sure I was…a loser. Like an annoying woman. Who never has fun.
…I couldn’t stand myself.
And…I just…did it. Vomited. …Tried to get through it. And then…drank heavily afterwards. And sort of bragged? Because I didn’t want to feel like a total loser…
A hater in the perfume community: Why haven’t we arrested any of the people who were on the list?
Lem: Because. They can’t prove it.
These people…get away with things. Like Lacey.
HELLO!!! THIS BLOG.
They find it amusing.
Lacey: I’ve been sad.
No one has figured that out.
And then someone called the Police…
A hater in the perfume community: How do we catch them? Lacey.
Lacey: Legally!?!
A hater in the perfume community: YES.
Lacey: I could figure it out.
No.
I really could.
…But there’s nothing I can say or suggest right now.
A hater in the perfume community: Can you manifest the end of the world, though?
Lacey: YES???
Maybe.
Listen to “Ghostkeeper” by Klangkarussell.
The Illuminati: I’m sorry she can’t help you.
I think this blog was a sincere attempt to be helpful. Have you realized that? Or no?
A reader: What am I supposed to take from this!? It’s just stupid.
Another reader: Umm. I read this to actually know what’s going on.
The perfume community: WHAT!?
Another reader: Yeah.
*looks awkward*
It’s useful.
It’s actually kinda cool.
One of Lacey’s Liberal haters: No way!
But it’s so dark.
A Christian: Yeah.
That’s exactly what I was going to say.
It’s demonic.
She has demons with her!
