Author Archives: L.

“What’s the trouble with being a lowly street urchin if you’re in America in 2023 living in what you think is decadence?” asks Lacey.

“I just hated that you pointed out to me what utter shit my tastes were in men.“ says Erin.

“But if you loved Mr. Blue what does it matter?” asks Lacey.

“Okay! Umm…” she shrugs.

“How is that an answer?” asks Lacey.

Shaking in a fit, she does the white trash head nodding thing.

“Erin, what was and is your problem?” Lacey asks her.

Georgiania Anna Victoria Preston Thirstonwoodstone Bush swoops in to demand Erin’s release from the conversation along with Wobbly. Wobbly and George are great friends (?) when they have to be. Right?

“Why wasn’t his love and devotion and fidelity to you good enough?” Lacey asks Erin.

A few moments later.

“We can destroy her love for those kids. That’s just how powerful you all are with our help!” says a witch confidently.

“No. Okay I’m going to say this slowly and hope you can cognitively follow my thought: You are lying from the depths of actual Hell.” says Lacey to the Illuminati.

“That’s bullshit!” says the witch desperately trying to hold her own intellectually with Lacey. She resorts to her narcissism as a defense. Then they use the soundtrack from Schindler’s List to harass Lacey and accuse her of being anti-Semitic. And then they harass her using an infinite number of demons of narcissism and lies.

“They were all lined up. It was pretty.” says the Devil about the herd of demons all lined up perfectly.

“No, I love my kids. Not in a pedophilic way.” says Lacey.

Silence.

“Why are you all sooo convinced Christianity isn’t the one true religion? Why are you all so convinced it isn’t the only reality we live in?” asks Lacey. “You need to stop threatening God Himself.”

Silence.

“I write these posts because you might need for me to and that’s not even good enough for you. Why don’t you get it?!?!” Lacey pleads. “You’ll yell over me…and crumple my voice and hush me…but try to listen. You need to give up your war against God.”

It’s rough to get them to see.

“Or else what?” asks a demon possessed actor.

“Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. Get a clue!!!!” pleads Lacey. “I’m fairly certain Hell exists.” She thinks. “And I’m fairly certain the only reason I can’t guarantee that is because it’s a fallen world.”

Lacey looks up at God. Shouts to him? They’re trying to kill her using her own spit again. They use intense witchcraft to do it. Mr. Blue has become like an entrenched IRA hit man of Lacey and her entire community for the sake of Erin, Mrs. Blue’s and his egos.

“They need to back off!!!” Lem rips through the universe to yell in a real righteous rage at the Illuminati on behalf of his family.

“Georgiania you slept with Erin? Or Mr. Blue?” asks a journalist.

Lem’s yell may be heard for eternity or until God redoes the Heavens and Earth. “So that’s the yell I heard about?!” asks Lacey in concern.

“Georgiania refuses to play party to that!” says Michael in a whiny voice. “Georgiania is far too much of lady!!”

“So he’s bisexual or what?” asks Lacey like a fool would ask.

“No, I think that was Erin’s problem. She wasn’t ready to commit to Mr. Blue’s man parts. She wanted women!!!” says Michael.

Lacey sighs in exasperation. “How does that even make sense?!”

Michael laughs.

“It’s bullshit.” says Michael. “It’s bullshit!!”

“Why can’t she have a soul?” Lacey asks of Erin. “It’s like she’s just an ego and a body.” She thinks. “And he’s just a meager body and a derangement.”

The Illuminati true to form in the 21st Century tries to con God. They try to kill her using her her children’s voices. They are…beyond sold out for Satan. They are…perversely.

“So why? Why wasn’t his love enough?” Lacey asks Erin.

“It just wasn’t enough anymore.” Erin says.

“Why?!?!” asks Lacey.

“Because you made it seem stupid.” says Erin.

“How?!” asks Lacey.

“By pointing out my inaccuracies intellectually.” says Erin through Michael.

“Welp, there goes Banks.” says Michael.

“So why was being wrong so devastating?!” Lacey asks Michael.

“Why did you guys assume Erin and Mr. Blue were innocent? Because they’re Liberals? Because they’re secretly poor? Why? …Why was Lacey a sacrifice?”

“It’s unbearable to be alive in the same world with Erin right now.” says the entire Perfume community. “She’s the hoe. Not Lacey.”

“How?!” asks Georgiania.

“Why can’t you figure that out? It’s so simple.” says the Perfume community to Georgiania.

“No!! They aren’t saying that! This year’s Democratic Party will kick ass! Just wait!” says a the $20 millionaire in the Illuminati who threatens Lacey with destruction of her blog and thus the entire internet if she threatens him.

“We kick ass!!” say the Democrats.

“Shake it bitch!” says a perfume hater to the men in his Jeep crushing it as he drives with a fast food gut down the highway.

“Crushing what?” the Perfume community asks Lacey.

“Not drugs. Asphalt.” says Lacey. “He drives that ding dang car like a wild man!!”

“Is he white?” asks a perfume hater.

“Yes.” says Lacey.

“He’s a real elite, woke-as-heck, brilliant and resourceful genius!!!” says a perfume hater.

“They resorted to pedophilia to make the party work? They’re actually not that rich or brilliant?” says Paul Wellstone.

“I just like to think these kids are helping other kids. Like…the poor black kids in Flint who needed to see Obama reassure then that they aren’t worth Jack shit to my fine as fuck ass.“ says this DNC certified self-exalted fuck expert.

I Need A Dollar by Aloe Blacc plays.

The possibly decades long almost bankrupt Democratic Party runs to a group of homeless people.

“Dollar?! Dollar?!! Please?!” says that DNC boss man with his anti-asphalt cruiser. He done got a ding dang Dollar for fast food for himself for lunch. He done ding dang well.

“See…we help that homeless man…with our money. So his Dollar helps me eat lunch today. So what?! He’s a drug addict. I just saved his life!” says that $20 millionaire in the Illuminati.

“Oh come on! That’s not why you took that money from that poor homeless man.” says Georgiania in the backseat of the-DNC-car-of-class.

The $20 millionaire laughs behind the wheel as he finishes his Dr. Pepper. It shakes his belly. He feels confused, repulsed, and narcissistically flattered.

“No. You’re right!” he says laughing as he looks into the eyes of Georgiania. He wonders if Georgiania is actually accepting him as a real friend. He laughs again and decides to be honest. “I don’t carry loose change.” he admits. He feels horrible. Then deciding to be a winner and not a loser given his atheist-grand Harvard education he kicks back and decides to take a giant shit. He leans forward to imitate a hot shot Old-Money elite rebel. “You know…I mean…I don’t know what to say.” He shakes his head in Puritanical disdain. “I can’t believe they can’t find our path out.”

“Our path out?” asks Lacey.

The man is dissolving.

If he’s going to Hell and is dead Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy ushers that man to Hell. Ou non? Maybe he’s going to go to Hell when he dies and this is a warning. But is it a good enough warning?

“I can’t save you from Hell.” Lacey says to him. “Repent and worship Jesus now!”

And at that a few black men desperately in the Illuminati try to accuse Lacey of racism for genuinely not finding them attractive. They get enraged when she won’t put out for them considering she was molested by an elite father who they can never because of racism and sexism and discrimination and they and their children and the kids and the Chinese and North Korea.

P.I.M.P by 50 Cent plays and Paul Wellstone dances in his seat. Harold Loeb had to take over.

Joe Jr. appears African. A half an hour later it’s confusing if racism is becoming a thing again or if it’s still out of style. It’s unclear.

“I can’t stand you being happy!” says Erin to Lacey.

The They try to make an inroad through Lem. Road To Perdition by Thomas Newman plays.

Later.

It’s almost twilight.

And as Erin realizes she’s Erin hopefully we ask her again, “Why wasn’t he enough for you?”

“Was she just a sacrifice gone wrong?” asks a perfume hater seriously, thoughtfully and calmly about Lacey.

“I just felt hurt that you existed, so to speak. Because I thought he was being faithful to me.” says Erin.

“Why?!” asks Lacey.

“Because I thought I was just that sophisticated and elite. And I was going to be the Baroness. Because people nowadays are vain and perverted enough to believe that Eleanor Parker looks like Erin.” says Michael on Erin’s behalf.

“Lacey is much more beautiful than Eleanor but…it’s gross to compare Erin to Eleanor. Eleanor is just that much more beautiful.” says Michael.

“The problem is…sacrificing me to death and madness through the Illuminati is…unspeakable.” says Lacey. “Just for what? For ruining your mood? Just for what? For making you see you were more upper middle class than upper class?”

“He was going to kill me! I had to defend myself. And I was trying to save you from his evil!!” Erin insists.

“I doubt that. Why didn’t you just tell me he was different than who I thought he was? Someone who knew him told me that and it was enormously helpful.” says Lacey.

“Banks. Banking.” says Michael.

—-

(Adult content below)

Turns out all the current child sex slaves of the world in January of 2023 are the children of the uber elite in Heaven. The Congdons, the Roosevelt’s, the Rockefeller’s… Old-money families who have actual saints in Heaven who would never have molested their kids. At least Lacey wouldn’t have, and didn’t and doesn’t. And seemingly Lem and Michael wouldn’t have. Seemingly Harold Loeb wouldn’t have.

“And I saw it coming.” says F. Scott Fitzgerald. “I wrote about it in Tender is the Night.” He looks enraged. “These kids are looking forward to death.” He blinks. “They’re being held hostage.”

“Why?!?!” yells a little boy who’s a sex slave.

“I’m trying to figure it out for us.” says Lacey to that kid.

And suddenly Putin to any thinking, rational mind looks terrifyingly just. Because Lacey feels that the Earth got too evil when Erin decided she was uber elite.

“Erin walks down that damn sexy street shaking her ugly ass in stilettos. Her horse teeth shining. Without irony she breaths through both her mouth and nose. Squints her eyes.” says Lacey.

“And what is Erin thinking?” asks Michael Rockefeller.

“She’s thinking very little about her feet. She flops forward when she walks like a horse on speed.” says Lacey.

“And of course these kids will be held up in prayer daily so that they won’t become evil and ruin their inheritance in death.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“I’m watching all of you in the Church of England like a hawk!!” yells Elliott Roosevelt, enraged.

“It’s okay. It’s only your father’s friend’s rage on your behalf.” says Lacey to a child sex slave.

“Just realize that these whores are relentless!” Scott Fitzgerald says to that little boy stuck in sex slavery. “They’ll twist everything to make it your fault or try to ruin your conscience. Or ruin your confusion. Or ruin your confidence.” explains Scott Fitzgerald.

“So we really do look that objectively ugly. You really were just trying to explain what a trailer trash, obstinate, vicious shrew Erin was.” says a Brooke to Lacey. “And is, possibly. No matter how great her poses or makeup is.”

“Why does she make that grunting sound when she’s angry? Like a mad animal?” asks a Mary-Kate about Erin.

“Good question!” yells Michael.

“I’m better than you!!!” yells Erin with her Illuminati entourage backing her up.

“Yup.” we saw that instinctual reaction from her coming. “Now watch her be human.”

“Well…if it’s just evil ghosts haunting me we’re fine. Right?!” Lacey says to Erin and her entourage. Lacey is losing patience.

“She does seem like an idiot when you watch her on television.” someone says about Erin.

“Then why have you all been enabling her?!” Lacey asks. “Since when did we decide that people’s crass behavior, ugliness and bizarre features don’t matter?”

“Since Ethel with her Irish horse teeth became a thing.” says Joe Jr.. “Erin, it’s an ugly look. But my family made ugly Irish teeth cool looking.”

“Kick walked around like a horse too.” says Lacey. “Why was she always leaning so far forward?”

“I might walk like that too!” a child sex shave says to defend Kick out of kindness and noblesse oblige.

“That’s kind. But unfortunately I think it’s different than that.” says Lacey to the girl.

“Erin, why are you so slow?” asks a Congdon.

Erin’s brain suggests she decide she’s Lacey and Lacey is her.

A kike-Jew not a Jew like Harold Loeb climbs to an ounce of her pride to try to remain elite. She’s actually an offensive woman to watch but we’ve looked the other way or we’ve been too lowly to notice. And now…she’s embarrassing herself by not just letting go of her “feminist agenda.” She argues supernaturally that Erin is more liberated than Erin.

“To be honest…she’s being funny.” says a Liza Minnelli about Lacey.

“Oh no…I’ve heard you people make jokes about your looks in private for years. Or so it seems… Why ostracize me for doing it? Because I’m stuck-up? I’m not necessarily… I’ve tried to have this conversation.” says Lacey.

“We’re not that dumb, Liza. Don’t just be smart. Worship God.” says a Congdon.

Scott Fitzgerald rolls his eyes.

A woman cradles her copy of The Great Gatsby in her arms like it’s her reminder of what the Holy Bible was and is.

“Lem, why did you hang out with the Kennedy’s?!” asks a famous actress in the Illuminati.

Silence.

“Listen we’ll fix the parents you were given or we’ll find the parents in Heaven who you belong to. Don’t worry.” says Lacey.

Jack Kennedy, JFK, makes a desperate attempt to stay in power in Purgatory.

“Stay away from books, Lacey!!” Liza Minnelli says to Lacey.

“But what’s so bad about this? These kids are suffering merciless lives.” says Lacey. “I can’t fix it perfectly, but I’m not about to stand by and watch them suffer more. It’s wrong. Genuinely wrong.” She thinks. “They’re worse off than me. And they’re my kids.” Lacey sighs. “Through no fault of their own. I’m the mom. And I say that that’s not right.”

“But Erin keeping Lacey’s rightful inheritance from them doesn’t even the score.” explains a Nesheim to Erin.

“You know…to you kikes…here’s a friendly reminder that the Holocaust was real.” says a dead Holocaust victim. “Evil happens.”

“Real evil.” says Lacey to clarify.

“Yes! Real evil. Not fake reincarnation processed, organic bullshit!” says the Holocaust victim.

“You think I’m making real evil less real by using reincarnation?” a Liza asks the dead Holocaust victim.

The dead Holocaust victim refuses to acknowledge that response.

“But there are still real Jews left?” a Jew asks Lacey.

“I think so. It’s just gotten so evil!!” says Lacey. “I do think it’s Christianity ultimately that is our spiritual reality.” She thinks. “But the deal we make in this country is that you have the right to process that decision in the privacy of your own soul.” She thinks. “You own your own mind. You don’t get inculcated into the Illuminati against your will just because you stumbled into it.” She thinks. “You get to decide what do to with the Jesus question for yourself.”

“See…now some evil person is going to use that conversation and that Jewish man’s real spiritual power to make an argument that those sex slave kids being molested should have been aborted.” says James J. Hill.

“Boom bitch!!!” says an adult female prostitute from North Dakota to Erin. “Is Lacey a Boom Bitch or are you a Boom Bitch wannabe?”

“I’m from-“ Erin starts.

“Zelda…why are you-“ starts a Nancy. But she’s upset by the rest of the thought so she cuts herself off and tries to be cute.

“I’m not happy!” says Amon Goeth.

Silence.

“You’re from where?” Amon asks Erin. “Telephones? …Telepathy isn’t real?!? You’re not as clever as you think.”

“So then what does she do!?” a Chris asks Amon Goeth in righteous anger.

“What?!?!” Amon asks him, in shock.

“Why are you expecting an apology letter from the world?” asks a dead Nazi of Mr. Blue. “And what are we apologizing for?!”

“For Erin’s face.” he says.

“What’s wrong with her face?” asks the Nazi.

“Is Erin a dog face, hood rat like you accused Lacey of being in private in 2016?!” a Nazi asks Mr. Blue.

“Is Lacey street trash like you accused her of being and is her great granduncle a gong recipient like you righteously accused him of being in the realm of American Liberal journalism.” asks Amon Goeth.

A Gore tries to suffocate Lacey. He then seemingly backs out of it by pleading Jewish innocence.

“I’m confident that’s not Amon Goeth.” says a Liberal News Service Top Gun.

“We’re still going to torture these kids until we get so close to Hell it hurts us.” says a They in the Illuminati. “Because when I die…I’m going straight to Heaven too, bitch. Now watch mine shake my ass in this kid’s face. You don’t care about these kids. They’re not your’s.” he farts into the universe by daring to be alive in that moment.

“Why is Lena D. so quiet?” asks a Liberal News Service Certified Intellectual.

An author named Lena shrugs.

“I thought you’d be like me!” says the Loudest Perfume Hater about Lena.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“Because I’m like her!” says the Loudest Perfume Hater.

“Not really.” says Lacey.

“God and Jesus aren’t the same entity!” says a Will.

“No, they are in a way and in a way they’re not. They are father and son.” says Lacey. “And in a sense the Holy Spirit is like their friend, or the device they use to bring justice.” says Lacey.

Erin grins. Her friends helped her again. The Liberal News Service is very powerful in the world.

“So God and Jesus have sex?!” giggles a bourgeois woman on Tik Tok who claims to have deconstructed her Christianity to liberate herself from being mentally lower-class.

“No!! And your sin matters.” says Lacey. “And our pain matters. Stop absolving yourselves of your sin.” says Lacey.

Later.

“No!! Erin imposing herself with the Illuminati on Lacey even if the Queen was possibly the best friend Lacey’s ever had…is not okay. It’s not okay to impose yourself on people-“

Lacey is cut off to watch her daughter try to molest her on behalf of the They. It’s ineffective for evil and Lacey prepares herself to stab pedophiles to death in public or in her house if necessary.

“Lem’s not your inlet!” says Lacey on behalf of Elliott Roosevelt.

“You’re fat! Right?!” farts a Millennial whore in the Illuminati at Lacey. But that’s the fart they’ve been thinking they’re getting Lacey’s sexuality from for years now. She’s being serious.

“I’m the one who was fat. Not Lacey.” explains Lem, in annoyance.

“You guys are using Lacey and Michael’s actual sex go feel sexy. You bottled it and use it to molest kids and feel elite.” says Elliott.

“You also have been using Lacey’s beauty and Lem’s rape and molestation to feel far more attractive and elite sexually and at your core than you are.” says Michael.

The troops of the Roman Empire the Illuminati. Wobbly still tries to cut a deal thinking his evil is just a cool-kid tool. Joeschmoshow yells at Lacey that they evil is why she can breath! He argues that Wobbly gas and goods and gods and guesswork and good-laws made a significant difference for God or goodness or something positive in the world.

“Are all plebs as lovable or patricianesque as the Kennedy’s?” asks a Lena.

Dark Red plays.

“No!” says the Queen. “These kids don’t want to be molested.”

“Why don’t you hear no, Erin?! Why don’t Liberals understand the concept of No on a spiritual level?” asks Michael.

“No, Lacey and her daughters are not pedophiles!!!” shouts the actual God of the better everything.

“The troops of the Roman Empire are dangerous guys.” says a Millennial Jenna to the Illuminati and their demons.

“They most likely are.” says Lacey, sadly.

The Millennials brace for impact. Some of them sigh because some of them would like to die. They’d be relieved if that slow-poke Putin just got it over with already.

“I’m not opposed to total nuclear annihilation of this shithole we call living Earth.” say Millennials.

“Then let’s just threaten to kidnap her children!” says a Gen X woman about Lacey’s kids.

“Hey that’ll affect her!! Those kids are still emotionally juicy!“ says a Gen X man.

“We can use them to hurt the kids we already have in captivity!” says another Gen X guy.

“We’re the cool generation!!! The coolest evah!” Gen X snickers.

“Except that’s my sexuality as a child while I was being molested you’re stealing to have sex as adults. And that’s not good. That’s my sexuality. That’s my intelligence. That’s my soul. That’s all mine. And where and what are you? Do you exist?” asks Lem.

“Or it’s mine. Or Amon Goeth’s?” asks a Nazi.

“You all used dirty money.” explains Al Capone. “All millennials. All Gen X.” He thinks. “It’s possibly mostly all her money believe it or not. But it’s also possibly other molestation victim’s money.” He thinks. “It’s in the music. It’s in your soul now too?”

“It is an absurd situation on a certain level.” says Truman Capote.

“They doesn’t make Lacey a pedophile. It just means that any pleasure you felt was her’s to enjoy by God’s design and not yours. You’re all thieves.” says Tommy Banks.

The They assisted by demons tries to pit the sex slaves against each other. They dig around fur more evil to use based on the idiocy of Lacey’s abuser. They need to feel like they have a sexuality that’s “cool-kid.”

“You did this to us when you had sex with Michael’s ghost! I’m an innocent poor Irish person!” say Chris and Erin Blue.

“But when I use my sexuality I feel like a hick. Or I feel very middle class.” says a bourgeois man in America.

Pedophilic demons molest Lacey and desperately try to trick her into thinking she’s a pedophile on behalf of the Illuminati. Because the current Illuminati uses the spiritual innocence of children being molested to feel safe existing.

“You guys have to consider the possibility that you’re mostly all very middle class and dull.” Ron Craft says to the current Illuminati. “And that’s at your best and redeemed.”

“Are the elite evil?” asks a Gen Xer.

“Yes? …But maybe not. She doesn’t know. And your mixed version with her sexuality and other people’s isn’t going to be a great indicator of reality.” says Michael.

“We’re not going to keep letting you talk to your children we’re holding captive as sex slaves.” says Wobbly as a threat to Lem and Lacey.

“The CIA?” says Lacey to Wobbly. “Oh!! Scary!” says Lacey sarcastically.

“Nope!!! We’re going to confiscate the birth children of Lacey because…we…can molest them better than her? Or no!! No!! We…can’t let her keep outing us.” says Mr. Blue. “Look at my sexy man body! I’m a real one. Believe I’m real! Believe I am a sexy man.” he demands.

“It’s a chubby body! And you sound insane.” says Lacey.

“No!! We’re fucking poor Irish?” Wobbly asks in egotistical pain. “I’m trying to get out of Hell!” he says in regard to his last sentence.

The spirits of class mockery “Rise up on behalf of the Irish.”

“No one will save these kids!! And God doesn’t exist!! All smart people know that! We’ve scientifically proven it! We have!!! We have!! We have!! All that bullshit we let you believe is bullshit. We are that close to touchdown!!” sars a very highly esteemed group of public atheists.

“Why do these shitholes have to exist?!” a saint in Ireland asks God about the They.

“We’re human!!!” the They demands of humanity.

“They can’t hate us that much in Heaven?” says Mr. Blue and the other Wobbly Sex-Sex New Service Associates.

“So…that Putin. He’s fascinating. Huh?” asks Lacey.

“So…can you guy’s function without Lacey being left alone?” a demon asks the Illuminati. “It’s also all of your pedophilia that’s problematic. If you idiots had just left her and all her children alone…you’d be able to enjoy your lives.” He thinks. “But no. You had to find out what when you conjured her in 2015?” He yawns.

“We thought we were bringing a New World Order.” says a Millennial. “But like…a socialist one?”

“With room for sexual abuse of children, Lem as your sex mascot, and me looking the other way to let you believe I had dirt under my fingernails. Can you conjure a rapture to save you now?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah, we were going to make Lacey go schizophrenic because we thought it was allowed in Christianity based on Erin’s-“ says a Gen Z witch who decided to inculcate Lacey into the Illuminati. She theologically believes she’s incapable of being actually morally wrong in this fake matrix we call life. She believes Christianity is…something.

“No!! You didn’t get something right with Joe you wrote something. It’s a tiny tiny bit off. And that’s how I take over the world. Your life matters none because I’m God.” says the witch.

“My toothbrush matters more than you! I can put it up my vagina!! See!!” says Erin.

“You are wrong!!!” a George Bush yells at Lacey. “We’re just as elite and old money.”

A herd of American plebs in death demand the witch be more powerful than Lacey.

“You’re likely wrong and going to Hell for eternity or you’re close to it.” says Lacey to the witch.

“We have great witches!!” says Erin in irritation.

—

“You’re holding on to her dimmest perplexions as your ultimate, unfailing truth!” an actor says to The They in the Illuminati. The They desperately try to shove their stupidity and arrogance into the genitalia of the sex slaves under the age of 18.

“When I just said that I wasn’t-don’t twist my meaning.” says the actor in the Illuminati who just spoke.

Silence.

“Also, what about what we’re talking about?” the actor in the Illuminati asks. “I’m not the greatest intellectual. But I have a clue sometimes if I have a conscience.”

—