Vomit

Sodus by Cemeteries plays.

Lacey got bad news this morning and good news. And as she feels her body almost floating…which is certainly an unsettling sensation but preferable to feeling smothered by demons sent to attack her by the Illuminati…she recalls that she took over the universe with the authority of Jesus and then gave it back to God again and that comforts her.

“Why ever would you challenge Lacey Rockefeller’s authority as a Christian before she had a chance to defend herself?” asks Michael sarcastically of the Illuminati.

And she found out that Lem has not rejected her…the way she thought at least.

“I seduced you.” Lem says to Lacey. “And if I was straight I would actually have seduced you away from Joe. We were always equals and…I wouldn’t have allowed you to be anything but that.”

“Lem, is Ethel sexy?” asks a The Office star.

He looks uncomfortable and sad. Then apologetically, “‘No! Not to me.”

“What about the other Kennedy women?” asks another The Office star.

No!” he says. “I thought Jackie was cute, so to speak. And she was! But she’s…not what I would long for.”

“What about Rose in her youth?” asks another The Office star.

“She was closer to my type. But still not my type.” says Lem.

“None of JFK’s mistresses either?” asks a The Office star.

“They were sexy but not my kind of sexy. I might have been aroused by them but they didn’t…interest me. And I certainly wasn’t aroused enough to be assertive.” says Lem. “It was like how you might notice someone but not be wowed by them, kind of thing.”

“So…you were kept away from people like Lacey and Louis and Michael…and…Harold Loeb.” says an The Office star.

“Why is Harold Loeb important to point out?” asks Thomas Banks.

“Because all Jews are either Ashkenazi or Hasidic. There are no Guggenheims or Loebs.” says Kid Cann sarcastically.

Dangerous by Big Data plays.

“No Princeton elite Jews?” asks Hemingway who claimed Harold was bullied at Princeton. Didn’t he? Isn’t that the start of The Sun Also Rises?

“I didn’t meet Harold’s clan at Princeton.” says Lem.

Eunice shakes her breasts and shows off her curves in an attempt to arouse Lem.

“And she has them but they don’t look anything like Lacey’s or Marilyn Monroe’s.” says Michael Rockefeller laughing at Eunice’s gross vanity.

“So…Harold and Michael and Lacey secretly look really good naked?” asks a Steve.

“But it’s not their exercises. It’s their bones. It’s their innate bodies.” says Nelson Rockefeller who refuses to be creeped out by clinically and yet with paternal love, discussing his children’s beauty.

“No. We weren’t Jews.” says J. P. Kennedy.

“Weren’t you all anti-Semitic?” asks Theodore H. White of the Kennedys.

“Maybe at times.” says Eunice tentatively.

“YES!!” yells J. P. Kennedy.

“Did you all keep Lem away from Jews to keep him and keep him thinking he was gay?” asks Lacey.

“That’s what I was wondering!” says Theodore H. White.

“But there were literal Nazis who pulled Lem aside and told him he was straight.” says a dead German Nazi. “They observed him and Jack during their visit to Germany and they were intrigued by them and their psychological make-up. We told them each something useful about themselves.”

“Where and when?!?” asks Joe Kennedy Sr. freaking out.

“At a place that eventually became a stop for Jews in the process of going to their death.” says a dead Nazi.

Keep On by Portugal. The Man plays.

“Like an assessment facility?” asks a Steve.

“No and yes. …Do you really want to know more?” asks the dead German Nazi.

“Sure! Tell me more in case I want to kill Christians!” yells a LGBTQ+ man with humor.

“I’d prefer you start a vicious war with North Korea.” says Lacey to the LGBTQ+ man. “Or can you just do lots of plane crashes?!?”

“I like nuclear war!” says a Gen Z woman.

“No! There’s radiation that way.” says Lacey.

“Okay! But I don’t want like…World War III fought as World War I.” says the woman.

“Not even like…hundreds of non-nuclear bombs all thrown at us at once?” asks Lacey.

Empty Camps by Cemeteries plays.

“But would they kill us fast enough or well enough?” asks a Gen Z man.

“I just shot myself in the face.” says Keith.

“I thought about that but held out hope for true love.” says DJ AM.

“We’re wondering if you kept your kids in concentration camps in the US?” asks Putin of the Boomers.

“Sexy, sexy, sex…sex…sex…sex!!!” yells Lacey as a Millennial. “Haven’t you heard of Woodstock?!”

“But Lem…your wife…is sleeping with you…and your dead!” says a Boomer.

“We might have already known of such things. Matter-of-fact, maybe it’s your generation that has that wrong.” says Elliott Roosevelt. “You all got very stuck on dogmatic atheism.”

The Main Theme (From “Schindler’s List) plays.

“Lacey what do you think of Schindler’s List?” asks a Boomer.

“It’s not real enough. It’s close. But not enough.” says Lacey. “It should rip your soul out and make you bleed inside.”

“Oh! That’s her father! That’s that bull crap from the gangs!” says Kid Cann imitating living adult people of all ages who mock Lacey that way.

The Farm (From “Road To Perdition”) by Thomas Newman plays.

“I hate your people!” says a living Jewish woman to Lacey who gets fame by claiming to have survived the Holocaust but…it’s unclear if she ever spent time there outside the womb. It is 2023 and most actual Holocaust survivors are dead now.

“Who do you mean?” asks Lacey.

She looks uncomfortable and sad. “I mean…the Nazis.” she says raising her hands.

Harold Loeb cracks-up laughing.

“How am I a Nazi?” asks Lacey.

“You…can’t be a Jew.” she says.

“How old are you?” asks Lacey.

“94.” she says.

“So you actually lived through the Holocaust?” asks Lacey.

“I might have.” she says.

“You were in Switzerland?” asks Lacey.

“We spent time in Switzerland.” she says. She sighs calmly.

“Switzerland is lovely. What was it like in the 1940’s and 30’s?” asks Lacey.

“It was nice.” she says.

“Oh! Switzerland is beautiful not just nice!” says Lacey.

“But you were a Nazi!” says the Jewish woman smiling to Lacey.

“And the KKK protected me in the summer from a rapist.” says Lacey.

She looks sad. “They wouldn’t have protected me.”

“They would have if you were my daughter.” says Lacey. “I would have demanded it.”

“You’re not my mom.” she says.

“But my kids might look a bit like you.” says Lacey.

She nods and cries.

“Did your mother love you?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” she says. “And I suppose that’s why Elliott wanted to shoot-up all the Nazis.”

“Yes!!” says Elliott seriously.

“Well…they’re all dead now anyway.” she says.

“You should pray to Jesus for salvation before you die. Maybe you can meet them in Heaven and ignore them so thoroughly they’ll wish they’d never been born.” says Lacey.

She smiles. “I don’t think they were Christians.” she says.

“Well…what if they were?” asks Lacey. “It’s nothing for you to worry about in relation to me, regardless. You don’t deserve that. And I’m glad your mother loved you.”

“She did.” she says.

“Good!” says Lacey.

“Did your mother love you?” she yells at Lacey.

“No. But I’m a Nazi, right? So all is fair?” Lacey laughs.

She laughs. “But you weren’t there.”

“True.” says Lacey laughing.

“Bit of an oversight.” says a dead Nazi.

The possible Holocaust survivor shakes her head in disbelief.

“You know it’s nice that they told Lem Billings he wasn’t a homosexual!” she says.

“Yes! That was kind.” says Lacey.

“They shouldn’t have killed my mother.” she says.

“They had reasons. People had reasons bs k then. Real, thoughtful reasons. …But they were wrong.” says Lacey.

She cries.

“And she’s not coming back in this fallen world. But you are her daughter. And I would be shocked if she’s in Hell.” says Lacey.

“Yeah, you worry you could go there and you’re practically a saint.” she says to Lacey.

“It’s a terrifying thing these days. But…I just prayed and I get the sense your mother prays for you. But I don’t want to scare you with that. I’m sorry.” says Lacey.

“In Heaven?” she asks.

“Closer to it than the Kennedys are. And yes, through Jesus. You’ve made your peace with Him?” asks Lacey. “Just in case?”

“Yes!” she says.

“It’s scary. But…if it’s not right…I imagine God understands. He might even feel particularly bad for you.” says Lem.

“Yeah, okay.” she says.

They all think for a moment.

“Like I’m a fool?” she asks smirking.

“No!! Like you’re a sad, grieving little girl who just wants to see her mommy again.” says Lacey.

The woman thinks. Smiles.

“Well…it’s a lost cause.” she says.

“In a way. Not you or your soul. But…you’re 94…and I’m 40 almost…and time moved on.” says Lacey. “Your insight is dying. My possible insight is being untapped.”

She sighs.

“Maybe someday in Heaven whatever we meant to say that was never understood or appreciated will finally be communicated clearly enough for them to understand.” says Lacey. “But I’m sure you did your best. Right?”

She nods and smiles.

“Good!” says Lacey. “Then, thank-you!!”

“I did try!” she says.

“I can tell.” says Lacey.

“What happens to you when I die?” she asks Lacey.

Lacey thinks. Lacey laughs.

“The Nazis keep me alive using their super technology from aliens in the afterlife.” jokes Lacey.

The woman thinks.

“God will work it out either way.” says Lacey with confidence.

“Well I can’t stay here alive forever!” says the woman jokingly.

“No, you need to finally go say hello to your family.” says Lacey.

“Maybe someday you can meet them!” she says.

“If they’d like to meet me.” says Lacey. “That’s not your problem to figure out though. Just have fun.”

“Okay!” she says.

“Oh! No, you’ve lived a long life.” says Lacey. “Just go have fun. It’ll all work out with grace through faith in Christ. And I say that very cautiously.” says Lacey.

“You shouldn’t be so careful!” she says.

“But they obviously went too far.” says Lacey.

“I hear you.” she says.

“They destroyed something sacred, possibly.” says Lacey. “But…that’s a grim conversation.” says Lacey.

“You don’t think I should have to have that conversation with you?” she asks.

“It’s vile to me.” says Lacey.

“I’ll ask my parents!” she says.

“Maybe your mom? Or…aunt? Someone who was trustworthy.” says Lacey. “You seem like you were taken care of as a child possibly. I hope at least.”

“Yeah, someone will know.” she says.

“Yes! And maybe they can explain in more apt and appropriate terms for you specifically.” she says. “But-“. Then Lacey thinks. “I’m sorry I don’t understand how many questions you must have.”

“Sweetie…what if you are illegitimate?” she asks Lacey.

“Be careful not to laugh at me when you find out for sure someday.” says Lacey.

The woman thinks. Then she smiles.

“Well…you seem to have grace to die.” says Lacey.

“I do.” she says.

“I don’t.” says Lacey. “And I wonder if I ever will.”

“Maybe in your 60’s you’ll understand.” she says.

“I worry I won’t.” says Lacey.

She nods in understanding.

“I bet my parents understand that.” she says.

“They probably do if they’re watching me from Heaven.” says Lacey.

“They really were nice people!” she says.

“I hope so. I’d like to have friends someday who I don’t have to fight with so much.” says Lacey.

“Like actual friends.” she says.

“I hope so.” says Lacey.

“Do you make a good brisket?” she asks.

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“My mom might have done better.” she says.

“She might have.” says Lacey.

Lem thinks.

“Lem I’m not trying to steal your children.” says the woman kindly.

“No, he knows! It’s just painful because he never had kids.” says Michael Rockefeller.

The woman smiles and nods in understanding.

She cries. “I insulted your brisket.”

“You’re awfully kind letting us talk to you like this.“ says Lacey to the woman.

“You can’t rightfully insult my brisket. It’s really that good.” says Lacey.

Gnossiennes (6), For Piano by Erik Satie plays.

“My mother’s brisket really was that good though.” she says.

“Did she even make brisket?! I know so little about your culture compared to you.” says Lacey.

“You do.” she says.

“Let’s just say it was the same idea.” she says.

“You’re right!” she says.

“It reminds me of English cooking, to be honest.” says Lacey.

“I personally love it!” says Lacey.

“What’s similar?” asks the woman.

“It’s the way you season it and keep it moist and scrumptious over a longer period of time.” says Lacey.

“She used Worcestershire sauce. Do you?” she asks.

“Not really. I should. I didn’t grow-up with Worcestershire sauce. My parents who raised me were both Norwegian, mostly.” says Lacey.

“I wonder if you have some German blood in you?” she asks.

“Oh dear.” says Lacey. “See…I just don’t know about the supernatural meanderings I’ve engaged in. So ask God to forgive you if you’ve indulged too by talking to me. Also just in case. But…I think it’s more Dutch. Or Dutch -German??” wonders Lacey.

“Or Swiss!” she says.

“Maybe.” says Lacey feeling odd in her brain.

Romeo And Juliet by Sergey Prokofiev plays.

“Am I being protected by Putin along with you?” she asks.

“Wouldn’t that be something?!” says Lacey.

“Yes! But I’m not ready to die until next Tuesday!” she says matter-of-factly.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“I have something fun planned that day.” she says.

“Oh! That’s nice!” says Lacey.

“What if I sold you out?” she asks Lacey.

Lacey sighs about it in irritation. “That’s problematic. But I don’t hate you yet, sweetie. I can’t. I’m sorry.” says Lacey exhausted.

“Then they can’t win.” she says.

“Is that tragic?” asks Lacey.

“Well…they tried so hard to win.” she says.

“The Nazis?” asks Lacey. “Or who?”

“The Nazis.” says Mr. Blue who conjured this woman to attack Lacey as he has before.

“Are you trying to get a Nazi officer laid tonight?” asks Lacey of Mr. Blue.

“She’s right. This is weird.” says the woman. “I haven’t asked my parents what happened yet.”

“Yes! It’s…not worth talking about with you because you truly shouldn’t have to worry about it. Maybe that’s one the things the Greatest Generation got the most wrong.” says Lacey. “They never truly…discussed what actually happened.”

She cries and nods.

“It wouldn’t have been easy, but it might have been a necessary conversation to avoid societal collapse.” says Lacey.

“So it’s complicated?” asks an actor from The Office.

“It’s extremely complicated!” says Lacey.

A moment passes.

“I need to let you go, sweetie.” says Lacey. “Be smart as you die. Don’t embarrass your family.” She smiles. “I’ll hopefully get to meet you in person someday!! Truly! No tears!”

Lem sighs.

“Lacey you’re aging.” he says.

“Am I feeling a hot flash?” asks Lacey.

He laughs. “I still find you perfect.” he says. “But you do get gray hairs in your eyebrows now.”

“You’re right.” she says. “What a wasted life.”

“At least you got to make brisket!” he says.

“And have kids!” says Lacey.

“But you didn’t marry me.” he says.

“Or Michael. Or Louis. Or Harold.” says Lacey.

“Lem, can your wife cook?” asks a dead Republican man.

“Yes! She’s a fantastic cook!” says Lem.

“Do you ever fart from her cooking?” they ask.

“No. She’s a good cook.” he says. “And when I do fart it’s not vile.”

“Is she good in bed?” they ask.

I’m good in bed. And I’m a man.” he says.

“So she has great tits!” says a Fox News Anchor.

“Doesn’t your wife?” asks Lem.

“Maybe. But yours does. Right?” asks the Fox News Anchor.

“Why are you making this about Jackie Kennedy’s breasts?” asks Lem.

“You said it! Not me!” says the Fox News Anchor.

“She had bad tits. Okay? Marilyn did too, compared to Lacey. It’s not all about size when it comes to breasts, for one thing.” says Lem. “But…Jackie was pretty!”

“Is that little girl gone?” asks Lacey.

“We’ll distract her in a positive way.” says a Jewish man.

A moment later.

“Okay! Done!” says the Jewish man.

“The Nazis weren’t idiots.” says Lacey. “It was possibly a very beautiful time in Germany, even.”

A Doris is intrigued.

“Really though. They weren’t…angry peasants.” says Lacey. “They weren’t…uneducated.”

“What were they then?” asks a white man in the US.

“They were…glorious.” says Lacey. “Truly.”

Joe Kennedy Jr. nods in agreement.

“You know…they were extremely elegant.” he says to Lacey in tears. “I was so impressed.”

“I would have been terrified.” says Lacey.

He looks disgusted. “Yeah, okay! You’re superior.”

“It’s not about that, regardless! I’m saying I would have been terrified.” says Lacey.

He thinks. “Why?!”

Joe Kennedy Sr. laughs. He thinks Joe was his sweet, daring little boy.

“They were…German. Not French.” says Lacey.

“Okay. But then that’s a warning sign?” he asks.

“Yeah, I agree with Lacey. It looks creepy.” says Edith Beale.

“They’re so…dressed-up.” says Lacey. “In such a particular way. Why?!”

“Like they were preparing for world domination.” says Joe Jr..

Suspirium by Thom Yorke plays.

“And they’d figured out…so much. Maybe too much for their minds to process safely.” says Lacey. “I think they had rational reasons for conducting the Holocaust. Based on research and actual psychology. But…they also lost the war. And they decimated their own country.”

“Why did they declare war?!” asks a Jewish man.

“Can you stop trying to kill me?” asks Lacey.

A Nazi laughs. “Are you a peasant Jew who sold his soul and betrayed his own people or a good man?” He thinks. “I got so tired of sorting through who was good and who was bad. It was exhausting. So I decided to just shoot all of you.”

“Why did you need to shoot all of us?” he asks.

“Because you were vermin!” yells the Nazi. “You were corrupt, evil hearted people. And the real problem was you all stuck together. I couldn’t separate you from your secret identities of being Jews. You all collectively had Zion. Remember?”

“You know I don’t want to talk about Israel.” says the Jew.

“Why ever not?! Is it a slum?” he asks.

“No!” yells the Jew.

“Then why so much sadness?” asks the tall, handsome, blue eyed, broad shouldered, elegant male Nazi. He looks slightly like Elliott.

“We have a great country!” says the Jew.

“So! That’s great huh??!” says the Nazi.

Silence.

“Why don’t you get it? It’s not a country that existed in the 1940’s.” says the Nazi. “We couldn’t ship you off to your homeland. There wasn’t one.”

“That wasn’t our fault.” says a Jew.

“Regardless of whether it was or not, it wasn’t our fault.” says the Nazi.

“So you felt…imposed on?” asks the Jew.

“You did impose on us!” yells the Nazi.

“But what about the good people?” asks the Jew.

“OF COURSE.” he says before vomiting. He collects himself. “Some days I can’t stand that I exist, excuse me.”

“Uh huh! Yeah. She’s full of shit! That’s not a Nazi!” says the They in the Illuminati as 6 Underground plays. “A real Nazi wouldn’t be so repentant.”

Lem “Slay” Lay dances in. He’s cloned himself for the purposes of dancing. Choreographed by Michael Jackson Ken Lay and his clones are super chill as they dance to 6 Underground. The Nazi vomits and Lacey farts.

“I’d rather fart than pass-out.” says Lacey. “I need another 20 years out of this body.”

“Her farts are cute.” says Lem.

“So what.” says Lacey kindly.

“His vomits are elegant.” says Louis Hill Jr.’s wife about the Nazi.

“They are.” agrees Lacey.

“What if I can’t vomit so well?” asks Louis.

“I doubt you’d vomit poorly.” says Lacey.

He partially vomits.

“No, that’s very handsome.” says Lacey to Louis.

“She finds that Nazi attractive.” he says.

“But will he find her attractive?” asks Lacey.

“No!” says Elsie.

“Not everyone finds everyone attractive.” Lacey says.

“True.” says Louis.

Dog Trot by Moondog plays.

“You know more about the Nazis than you’re being allowed by the Illuminati to write.” says the Jew to Lacey.

“I highly suspect so.” says Lacey.

More later.

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin plays.

Lacey marches up to Satan and beholds Hell. It’s far nicer than where she’s lived almost her entire life.

Satan smashes in her skull. She laughs.

“No, I know it could be worse. I could have lived without God’s love shown through you.” says Lacey to Hell.

A demon of witchcraft or gluttony nods affectionately.

“But you were never loved.” says a demon of cancer.

“No, of course not.” says Lacey. “But this is Hell. And I learned about God’s love at least.”

“Yes! And we imitated human love well enough to convince you that you were loved until you grew-up and married well enough.” says a demon of hatred.

Lacey weeps as a demon smacks her in the face. It reminds her of Christ’s love.

“Too bad you all fell.” she says mournfully. “But of course I didn’t decide that for any of you, including Satan.”

They stand.

“And of course Hell is intolerable without Christ’s love.” says Lacey. “I can’t imagine being here without the hope of Christ’s salvation.” Possibly in Hell she bows before Christ in the excitement of anticipated battle.

“Of course He’s already won.” she says.

“But humans still suffer.” says a demon.

“Yes, and it’s becoming impossible to forgive.” says Lacey. “I can’t imagine forgiving Lem tonight. Possibly ever. And something about that scares me.” she says to Christ.

Michael joins Lacey.

“The coldness she thought she sensed from you was an attack of defilement against Lacey’s existence.” says Michael to Lem.

Louis understands.

And yet…you do or don’t have mercy for her love for me and Louis? How is she supposed to figure it out? She’s not a man, Lem.” says Michael.

“Are you ceasing to exist?” Lacey.

“No!” he says to her.

“So you can’t forgive me?” he asks her.

“You’ve never asked. You never been clear. You’ve never been here? You’ve been cheating with Jack since almost the beginning even if you didn’t cheat at all.” says Lacey.

“What if that’s mostly all our lies and subterfuge?!” asks Hell sweetly of Lacey.

“Well as comforting as that is in Christ…the humans still did it willingly. And Lem doesn’t seem to understand how it’s been.” says Lacey.

“And you’re worried about The Bible.” says Jesus to Lacey.

“Possibly.” says Lacey. “I can’t make sense of it.”

Has Jack been secretly cheering on Lem’s confusion or resentment to feel intimacy with Lem? If so Lacey can’t make sense out of why God would allow that. Because…she could make love with Michael forever. She adores him. But he’s not Lem. And so…it can’t be settled if Lem loves her.

“Jack what did you do?!” asks a Catholic saint.

“You can’t forgive the humans?” a demon asks Lacey.

“I struggle!” she admits to the demon and Christ.

Jesus puts Michael in charge of Lacey for the time being. Lem wails and weeps, even if it’s not permanent.

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin plays.

And as Michael loses control and makes love to Lacey in his spirit, quickly…Lem listens to Jack’s confession.

“At least it was very quickly. And she didn’t almost feel a thing…by choice because she loves me.” he says almost smiling. He realizes he could put her to sleep himself. It’s late. But he would have to ask Micheal for permission first and Michael might not accept that offer at the moment.

“It’s not fun to have listen to this.” Lem says, exhausted, to Jack. “But do go on, please.”

“I essentially ripped her soul out of her body and ate it. Shit it out. And then made her eat upon threat of a barren womb and no contact with you for eternity.” says Jack. “Joe said, ‘I What are you doing?!?’ And I told him.” Jack laughs like a psychopath. “He was terrified! But we thought if Lacey dated him and they spent eternity together it’d all work out just fine. …Come to find out she’s inexhaustibly in love with Lem.” He shrugs. “My jealousy doesn’t work. …Nothing works.”

“I think I’ve seen quite enough!” says Lem.

“So, you’re still in love with me?!?” asks Jack grinning cheerfully at Lem. That’s what they say anyway.

And as the music plays Michael pushes Lacey backwards in a dance. It’s African. Erotic. And she’s lost to it even as she yells with arms outstretched for Lem.

“It has to and had to be done! She’s too upset. Too suicidal.” says Michael. “And I can’t help myself anymore anyway because I’m not an attached man and I want her too, Lem. Very much!” He pushes Lacey into a wall and then holds her. “You’re loved, baby. I promise.” he says in a sexy voice.

Jack looks uninterested and unimpressed. Louis looks disturbed by that.

A recently deceased gay man with a bag of Doritos walks up to the group. He eats, licks the dust off his fingers. Munches some more.

Me and the Devil starts again.

“Okay…so umm…Jack…get real.” He dumps the bag’s crumbs into his mouth. “You sodomized Lemmers.” he says matter-of-factly.

Jack looks unmoved.

“It’s all the same.” says JFK.

“Except it’s not!” yells a Messiah College professor.

“Oh yeah?! What’s the difference?!” asks JFK.

“It’s pretty simple. If Jack was coercing a straight man into unwanted sex it was rape. Right? And you’re Jack?” asks the professor.

“Yes!” admits Jack.

“Alright, then if Lem was straight…you sodomized him. Because that’s what sodomy is. It’s a way of HUMILIATING another man. It was once used in war not to make love but to destroy the opponent profoundly.” says the Messiah College professor.

“I’m not that kind of man!” says Jack indignantly.

“Oh yeah!!?” says the professor. “What does God say happened?”

“Why can’t you fool hot, stupid, pieces-of-shit from old money families like The Billings?” asks Jack if he’s guilty.

“Why can’t you kidnap drunk, vulnerable, grown men and throw them in rivers?” asks Lacey sarcastically.

“You should confess.” says Ted Bundy to JFK.

“I can’t do that on this blog regardless of my guilt or innocence.” says JFK.

“And if homosexuality is insanity both men sodomize each other unwittingly. But…if they share the delusion it’s possibly less tragic than if one man is straight and at all aware of what’s happening. And far worse if the man sodomizing the straight man is bisexual and withholding information about heterosexual sex that might save his soul.” says Lacey. “You possibly sodomized Lem not me. Do you care about him at all?”

“He says he didn’t. He lied.” says the gay man.

“And I made love to Lacey. Not you.” says Michael to Jack. “My penis. …And I’ll send you to Hell if God so desires it for eternity. Personally.”

“Well…Lacey trusts Lem with God. But what I wanna know is why would a man sodomize another man?” asks an Englishman.

“He stole my soul first.” says Lem. “And bettered himself with it. Saved himself. Promoted and aggrandized himself with it. …I was his social crutch. Often. Always. And I did it thanklessly, tirelessly. Because that’s who I am. …But I’ve been incapable of seeing Lacey’s love and desperation for me through her lovemaking with Harold Loeb and Louis and Elliott and Michael. …Although, thank God for Louis and Michael.” he says.

“You got cold first, Lem. Why?!” asks Michael.

“I didn’t want to scare her with my feelings.” he says. “I fell in love with her first.”

“So did I!” says Michael. “Lem, that’s quite normal with women. Surely you knew that!”

“I wasn’t cold. I was quiet. Because I was aroused and awkward.” says Lem.

“Lem she has no idea how she is.” says Louis. “You utterly humiliated her. …Which why she’s so vulnerable to us. Think about it.”

“Even if I seduced her?” he asks.

“Lem, I seduced her. Jack tried to seduce her. …Her ex-husband seduced her. …She’s still confused though.” says Louis. “She’s not okay. She’s…thoroughly brainwashed into believing she is a bad person and an ugly woman for even flirting. Because she’s been violently assaulted by her fellow adult living humans into thinking she’s that offensive for it.” He thinks. “With the exception of Michael’s doppelgänger, old-money men who are dying off around Michael’s age, even older men of all casts who died years ago and that’s it. The rest come on to her but…act either ultimately indifferent or at least slightly annoyed.”

“I’m tired of hearing my eyes are warm and friendly by men who want to sleep with me.” says Lacey. “My eyes aren’t just warm.”

“Describe her eyes, Michael!” commands Jesus Christ?

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin plays.

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“To me they’re her vagina. And looking into them for me is like falling into her before penetrating her sweet flesh.” he says. “I take once glance and then let myself go.”

“And what about you, Lem?” asks Jesus?

Jack keeps replaying their sex acts in Lem’s head. Over and over. To affect him. He becomes irate when Lem seems totally unaffected, however. So, he persists.

“Her eyes are like… … …her vagina…when you’re in love with her as a man.” he says gloomily. “But they’re also mine. Not anyone else’s.”

“But not all women have such eyes.” says Michael. “And I refuse to be ashamed of God’s glory.”

“My cock in your mouth is the fount of every blessing.” said Jack to Lem in 1961?

Lem imagines biting down, cutting off Jack’s cock with his teeth. In 1961. Blood gushes.

“But where’s Lacey right now?” asks Michael. “Andyou didn’t bite off his cock. Or kill him. Or throw him across the room. Or let him die. Or do much of anything to defend Lacey.”

“And Joe made her feel ugly.” says Lem. “What would you have told her?”

“That I was aroused.” says Michael. “And I felt lucky she even knew I existed.”

“That’s closer to how I feel, for a start!” says Lem.

“But Jack is trying to steal her perfume now? What’s he taking? Pamplelune?!?” asks Michael.

“They keep telling me I was in love!” yells Jack.

And at that Lacey goes off to watch There Will Be Blood.

“I’ll watch with you!” says Lem.

“I’m not walking with the Devil. I’m just in God’s army and through the Illuminati I may have met Satan with Christ’s protection? But possibly most people have less consciously?” says Lacey to clarify.

“Those are my brown eyes!” says Lem. “And that’s my soul and her-her’s.”

Later.

“I want you to kiss Michael. Then kiss me. And if I seem cold…I want to know. And if you choose him…I won’t give-up but I won’t assume anything either.” says Lem. “You’ve been used too much. I’m sorry I failed you.” he says to Lacey.

Duster

Inside Out by Duster plays.

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Lem makes love to Lacey once more and realizes he doesn’t have her. Why? Because she doesn’t trust him.

She tries to. She really does. But she’s been so rejected and unloved it’s…nearly impossible for her to believe he really wants her at all.

And that…is why she threw herself at him at all. She isn’t one to ever do such things except in rare circumstances. It was because it felt funny…as in haha funny…and delightfully reckless. She thought it was a fun avenue to explore. She assumed it wouldn’t work…but would be great fun exploring.

Chemtrails Over The Country Club by Lana Del Rey plays.

“You have to get hurt. Your pain is meaningless unless she believes you truly want her…at all.” Michael says to Lem.

“And the sad thing is…you did it to yourself. Those people demonically sucked out your soul and still do. You can’t expect her to be a man and you have every time.” says Nelson Rockefeller to Lem Billings. “Lem she’s never going to give you her soul until you conquer her.

Wishes by Beach House plays.

“So that time we had sex it wasn’t real!?” Joe Jr. asks Lacey. He slept with her before his father ever even kissed her.

“It was…but only so far as I allowed it to be.” she says. “I didn’t take you seriously.”

He looks sad. “You didn’t take me seriously at all?”

“Not any more than you directly stated and signed-off on.” says Lacey.

He thinks. “What did I sign-off on?”

“A certain sort of intimate fondness.” says Lacey.

“Fondness?!” he asks.

Dark Red by Steve Lacy plays.

“Nah, white privileged men don’t understand. I would get it. But…nah. They don’t.” says a proud nigger. A black man. From Africa way.

i’m yours sped up by Isabel LaRosa plays.

“Shake your asses and look for a big cock to stick in it!” yells JFK subliminally to ALL men in 1960. Well…or kill yourself? Or what? Suck the shit out of a woman and use her body until she hangs herself, overdoses or goes insane.

“Jack Kennedy is responsible for the current destruction of the white race.” says Amon Goeth. “And heterosexuality. And even romantic love at all.”

“Copycat.” Satan says to JFK.

“So black men are getting white women because they’re literally the only real heterosexual men left?” asks a KKK spokesperson.

“Yes! Isn’t that obvious?!” asks Michael. “When they love the women they’re often far better at being real men nowadays.”

“Because Jack didn’t subliminally affect black men?” asks the KKK spokesperson.

“That’s correct.” says a dead black man. “We both embrace and secretly reject the Kennedy’s.”

Superstar by Beach House plays.

George Floyd’s killer and JFK hold both of each other’s hands. They look into each other’s eyes. Superstar plays. The two men go into a twist, spinning in the sunlight. Holding tight they are yet still pushed away from each other by forces of gravity… But…they don’t let go. And so they spin…and spin…and spin.

“My word! Look at those boys spin!” says Benjamin Franklin merrily.

“They’ll never stop!” says Thomas Jefferson.

“Call him by your name, Jack.” says Lacey to JFK. “Should he be allowed into your 1,000 person committed relationship in Purgatory, should homosexuality be allowed. Call him by your name. I don’t think he would want to be identified.”

“As in, Mr. Mr. Jack Kennedy?” says JFK.

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“So pedophilia isn’t allowed?” asks a LGBTQ+ member. “In Purgatory?”

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“But…homosexuality isn’t allowed in Heaven!” says a Fox News Anchor. “Get a grip before you destroy yourselves beyond repair.”

Norway by Beach House plays.

Louis Hill Jr.’s second wife dances to Norway.

“You shouldn’t challenge a Scandinavian to a fight. Ever.” she says smiling. “Hitler struggled to control us. We’re very ill tempered by nature.”

“I think we’re pleasant!” says Lacey.

“We are. But it’s always lurking just below the surface.” says Elsie.

Low by SZA plays.

“We’re wildly insidious.” says Lacey.

“We take the fight beyond the grave.” says Elsie. “Literally.”

The song plays.

“But you’re also English.” she says to Lacey with a smile.

Lacey analyzes situation like an English colonialist. An explorer trying to keep her head in a foreign land. She yawns.

“Joe, are you still confused?” she asks him.

The Perfect Girl by Mareux plays.

“So you didn’t love me?” he asks her.

“No! I did.” she responds. “That’s a stupid analysis.”

He cries.

“Oh, fuck you! You’re a heartless toad.” she says calmly. “Your tears are He hi hi hi hi hi hi self-indulgent.” She smiles. “Chill out, you silly bitch.”

He calms himself. Smiles.

“There! Good job.” she says smiling.

“Except, I really am that sad.” he says wistfully.

“Yeah bloody right!” she responds.

“You can’t do this to me.” he responds.

“Do what? Paint a pretty picture of your pussy and display it at the Met?” asks Lacey.

“I don’t have a vagina.” he says.

“That’s not the problem? Because it got weird dude.” says Lacey.

“I’m not a bitch lesbian.” he says.

“That’s what you objectively seem like. Isn’t it?” she observes.

He thinks. Perfect Girl plays.

“I am a prima donna sexually.” he says.

“Yes! You are Madonna.” says Lacey.

“I act like Madonna?” he says.

“If she was incapable of love. Or closeted.” says Lacey.

“Like a trans person or a homosexual or something.” says Joe Jr..

Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka plays.

“Can you imagine a man singing this song and meaning it?” asks Joe.

“No. And that question is so heartbreaking I’m restraining myself from shoving you through a meat grinder. Literally.” says Lacey.

“You promise?” he asks.

“Joe, explaining that to you in such masculine, self-defiling terms was an enormous kindness.” says Lacey. “I think I’m trying to help you. Truly.”

Get Into It by Doja Cat plays.

“So you never took me seriously?” asks Joe.

“I did. But…almost entirely as a psychologist or counselor. Not as a lover.” says Lacey.

Gopnik by Mareux plays.

Lem dances sexy like a woman for Jack at the bequest of the Kennedy’s as all the men around him are slaughtered. Their heads cut off. Suddenly hundreds of men are laid dead. Then thousands. Then millions. And millions. And millions more. Children are saved. But millions more are killed. Women die. The US falls to Tsarist Russia. England loses its pretensions. Europe loses its pretensions. And liberals are seen as idiots. Objective, scientifically verifiable fools. If they are. China is a dynastic power once again. And we take a moment to reflect.

Gopnik plays on.

“How far back are we going Michael?” asks the living British Empire.

He smiles.

A Vanderbilt dances to Gopnik. Lacey laughs. He meant it as a joke. Her laughter isn’t an attack.

“Are you going to kill me now for being funny?” asks the living Vanderbilt. “She’s right! It’s hilarious!”

But they need him. They need his power to survive as living worms.

Lem lip-synches 6 Underground.

“Joe! We’ve got to admit we lost. We sided with evil. Or this is going to get worse.” says Eunice in Purgatory. “I’ll never be your sister ever again.”

“Our family is being literally dissolved?” asks Joe Jr. calmly.

She nods and then suddenly smiles, laughing at him. She finds him trashy and stupid.

“I’m sorry. I’ve gotta go. You seem nice.” she says to him sweetly as she’s pulled away by a woman’s hand.

“You’re beginning to look like a mommy.” Joe Jr. says heartlessly to Lacey even if it’s true.

Lacey resists at first but then worries he’s not okay. A tall toddler wearing only a diaper who looks like Joe Jr. stands in his crib. He glares at her. She laughs at his tiny little man who appears to be interested in killing her.

“How’s it going?” she asks Joe Jr. like she’d ask a boy his age.

He shakes slightly, but doesn’t speak.

“That’s Joe Jr.!” says J. P. Kennedy to Lacey his babysitter.

“My he’s tall!” says Lacey.

“Yes!” says J. P. Kennedy.

“You’re not that tall. Is your wife’s family tall?!” asks Lacey.

“They might be.” says Joe. He smiles and laughs. “He is a big boy.”

“Was the birthing process troubling for his mother?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” says Joe Sr..

“When will you be returning home?” she asks him.

U Not Like Me by 50 Cent plays.

“Eleven.” he says.

“Alright!” says Lacey.

Joe leaves dressed for a fancy dinner party.

“Hello!” says Lacey cheerfully to the little boy glaring at her.

He sucks his thumb. Scowls.

“Let’s get you dressed for the night. It’s cold outside.” Lacey puts a sweater and woven pants on him. He looks adorable.

“Your mommy is very brave.” says Lacey. She lifts him out of his crib. He stands.

“Can you walk?!” she asks him.

“Go!” he says pointing to the stairs.

“Alright!” she says. She holds his hand and they walk slowly towards the stairs. At the foot of the stairs she grabs the railing as they slowly inch down.

“I walk!” he says proudly and condescendingly.

In another room Lem still dances sexy for JFK to Gopnik by Mareux. He’s not done dancing yet…it seems. *shrug*

And…Joe Jr. jumps. They make it to the bottom of the stairs and he suddenly dances. Like a toddler.

“Do you hear music, Joe?” she asks him brightly.

He stops, pauses and listens.

“Do you hear music?” Lacey asks him.

“Sounds!” he says, pointing to the fireplace.

She looks into his eyes and smiles entirely maternally. By choice. He looks into her eyes and smiles bright as day. She puts her hands on his cheeks, makes a fish face.

“Aww! Aren’t you a sweetheart.” she says. She picks him up and carries him into the living-room.

“Let’s read a story!” she says.

“Book!” he says studiously.

“Yes! Book! Very good.” she says.

“Reading!” he says sweetly, but sternly.

He grabs the book from her and then turns back into a grown man. He looks into her eyes.

“I heard the song Gopnik.” he says.

Gopnik by Mareux plays. Lacey hears it.

“That’s…a very interesting song.” she says pleasantly.

“Yeah! It’s cool!” he says. Then he stands up and dances. Lacey bobs her head to be agreeable.

“I gotta dance!” he declares loudly. Grabs a plastic guitar and impersonates a rockstar.

Gopnik plays.

“I’m a Gopnik!” Joe Jr. yells.

“Can you put yourself to sleep after you dance?“ Lacey asks him.

He’s too in the zone.

“Joe!!” she yells. Claps her hands. “Joe!”

“What?!?” he says.

“When you’re done playing can you put yourself to bed safely?” she asks.

“Yeah! Duh!” he says violently.

“Okay! Great! Because it’s going to be weird to babysit you.” says Lacey. It totally creeps her out, actually.

He nods and smiles in understanding.

“Okay! Great!” she says. She grabs her handbag and stuff and then heads for the front door. “Have a nice night!” She walks away, feeling suddenly deadly distressed and beyond deadly terror. But she can’t figure out why. So…she gets in her car. Listens. Waits for God. And then drives off.

“I’ll just refuse payment.” she says aloud to herself as she drives off. She washes her hands of it.

Uprising by Muse plays as auto workers and steel workers decide to destroy Lacey in 2017. Just off her babysitting job with Joe Jr. she is not exhausted but…very sad.

In Saint Paul Joe Jr. arrives at her door with Pat Wilson. He’s surrounded by dead unions.

“I’m going to eat you alive. Slowly. On behalf of these good people.” says Joe Jr. to Lacey.

To The Moon by Jnr Choi plays as Joe strips for Lacey in the moonlight. Pat Wilson and Katharine Hepburn cheer him on, get aroused, assume Lacey is also aroused. In reality however, Lacey is just amused and perplexed and shocked and unspeakably concerned.

“Alright. Well…I need a Kombucha.” says Lacey. She lays down and looks at the moon.

“This song is about the moon?” she asks seriously and sincerely. She assumes the dancing isn’t for her and is for the women watching losing control of themselves. She’s not going to watch out of respect.

What’s Poppin by Jack Harlow plays.

Lem and Lacey hear lines in the song What’s Poppin and Lem stops dancing. He thinks. Looks confused. He starts fantasizing about a blond woman who looks like Lacey.

“Swedish? No. English? Except they’re often not that pretty.” he says.

“Who?” asks a gay man watching him.

“Women’s vaginas.” says Lem whimsically.

The gay man looks genuinely appalled although he is also attempting to hide it.

“You hate women?” Lem asks the gay man.

“So does Satan.” says the gay man.

“So you hate women?” asks Lem.

“I mean…I guess my mother is okay. But…no, I don’t like them. They’re…users.” he says.

“So you’re going to make them work like men?” asks Lem.

The gay man laughs. “No. I’m going to steal their goods. Make those goods mine. And then throw whatever is left into Hell.”

“Then what will you do?” Lem asks.

“Go to Heaven.” he says smiling.

“And do what?” asks Lem.

“Be children of God. God is a man. Jesus is a man. Mary never has sex. She cleans, looks nice and cooks. She’s…a mom.” says the gay man laughing at himself.

A porn star emerges and starts seducing this avowed gay man. She moans, giving him a sexy lap dance. He mindlessly grabs her butt. Starts dancing with her.

Without Me by Eminem plays.

“Let’s fuck!!” she says seductively to the gay man.

He laughs.

“I’m not gay!” he says losing his mind in longing for this scantily clad woman.

The crowd of gay men originally watching him looks at him confused. Nonplussed.

He laughs, confused. He shrugs.

“I obviously meant I was gay.” he says.

“Are you gay now?” asks a gay man.

“Yes!” he says in real gay voice as the porn star gives him an erection with her half naked body. He notices the erection and looks disgusted.

The gay men, utterly refusing to say that he seems bisexual or pansexual instead of gay just glare at him. He looks embarrassed.

“Why were you the gay man left in charge of Lem’s sexy dance?” asks an incredulous gay man on behalf of the LBGTQ+ flag.

Apologize by One Republic plays.

“They said my vibe was right.” says the gay man who still has a massive erection from the half naked porn star paused in his lap.

“Well…do you want sex with her?” they ask him calmly.

“No! My penis and mind are lying to me.” he says crying.

“Like when kids are molested?” asks a psychologist on hand in the gay crowd.

He thinks. “No. I wasn’t molested! I’m just not gay!” he says, genuinely freaking out.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” asks another gay man in the crowd.

“He’s not here.” he says.

Say Something by A Great Big World plays.

“Tell you what…if you promise not to kill or hurt her…we’ll just go for now.” say the gay men.

He can’t move.

The gay men leave.

Everyone including Lem leaves. They shut the door.

Jazz Suite No. 2 by Shostakovich plays.

And inside they hear laughing. Then sex sounds.

“My god! Are they having intercourse?!?” asks a gay man sincerely aghast.

“It sounds like it. Are you worried he’s hurting her?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” he says with concern.

Lacey and the gay man look inside very carefully so as not to be seen or heard. They appear to be sincerely making love. He cries manly tears.

“What would I have done if you hadn’t saved me, my extraordinary vixen of the night?!” he says passionately nearly worshipping her.

Lacey and the gay man sneak away.

“Was she actually a woman?” asks a gay man.

“Are you suggesting she was trans?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” says another gay man.

“Why would you think that?” asks Lacey.

“Based on the fact that he’s gay.” says a gay man.

“You home-wrecker!” says the gay man who looked inside the room with Lacey in otherworldly rage.

“Oh! You think I brought her here?” asks Lacey.

“You’d have to have! It can’t be us!” spits yet another gay man at Lacey.

“What if…you ordered her here by accident?!” asks Lacey.

“Well…she’s probably not trans. She’s probably just a woman.” the gay men all say gloomily.

“You know…I’m a cis woman too.” says Lacey.

“We’re all cis men.” they say.

“Are you?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” one gay man yells.

“Well then that was a silly thing to discuss. And if they’re sincere they’re likely lost to each other now.” says Lacey. They all stand listen to more sounds of pure ecstasy and mirth and joy in the hallway.

“Well…I’m feeling sleepy.” says Lacey.

“I’m not feeling sleepy!” says one gay man, angry.

“Why are you angry?!” asks Lacey.

“They’re so…loud!” he says.

“Well…when you come close to eternal love the sex is profound. And it makes you want to scream.” says Lacey.

Rules by Doja Cat plays just for the gay men in the hallway.

“Do you relate to this song?” ask the gay men of Lacey.

She dances. “Musically it’s brilliant.” she says. “But no, not at all with the lyrics.”

They all look worried.

“You’re a preternaturally sexy dancer.” they say.

“I suspected that.” says Lacey.

They look horrified. Some take deep breaths to calm themselves.

“How will you ever get married?” asks one of them.

“Oh, you mean eternal love?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” they say.

“Oh, so you think because Lem is gay and in love with Jack and Michael doesn’t exist and Louis is in love with his last wife that I’ll never be loved?” asks Lacey.

“There’s one of us who has feelings for you, but he’s married to a gay man.” says a gay man. “But otherwise…we hope so.”

“You hope I don’t find love for eternity?” asks Lacey.

“Yes.” they say.

“Why?!?” they ask.

“Because you got us to vote for Obama. And we shouldn’t be allowed to be gay. And God can’t forgive your sins.” they say sincerely.

“So…a gay man is in Hell because of me?” asks Lacey. “I’m fairly certain I asked forgiveness for that sin years ago. And if not, then years ago.”

“Umm. Okay? So…you really wouldn’t find a man like Chris Hayes attractive purely based on money?” they ask.

Lacey thinks of Michael.

“It’s complicated.” says Lacey.

How You Like Me Now by The Heavy

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” they say in triumph.

“No!” says Lacey quickly.

But the They in the Illuminati shout over her.

“No! You don’t!” they say without making sense in their choice of words as they lose the argument they created without just or reasonable cause.

They wave incense over her head to manifest her supposed love for money.

“So…Michael exists…Lem might be straight and have been straight…and Louis is complicated. And you don’t go for men like Chris Hayes because of their money?” they ask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met Chris Hayes in person at all.” She says thoughtfully. “But Mr. Blue is certainly not manly.”

“So the money is about Michael’s manhood?” asks an Englishman. “Like having a big penis?”

“Yes!” she says. “Except there are two problems with that. The first problem with that is that the size of a man’s penis isn’t of the utmost importance. The second problem is that it’s not…of no importance at all.”

“So his penis seemed big?” asks the irate liberal minded Englishman.

“It is big. Or is it?” asks Lacey.

“So what’s with this correlation with money?” asks a living Vanderbilt.

“That’s the right question!” says Lacey.

“Please go on!” says the first Vanderbilt.

“Alright…so the thing is…the Illuminati is desperately trying to destroy my mind right now. So it’s going to be difficult to make a reasonable estimation of my exact thoughts. But I’ll try.” says Lacey.

Lacey let’s out a fart that smells like chicken and takes a deep breath to get them to shut up for a moment. It’s psychically translated perfectly and they are repulsed.

Dangerous by Big Data plays.

“Anyway, the thing is…it’s just that the men’s souls call to you.” says Lacey. “It’s like a certain fallen power in the fallen world.” she explains. “It’s rather rudimentary. Isn’t it?”

“So they literally call to you?” asks Summertime Sadness.

“Yes!” says Lacey. “Isn’t this ordinary?”

“So they call to sexually viable females?” asks a scientist.

“Yes! Or that’s they way I experience it.” says Lacey.

“Then why weren’t you aroused by Mr. Blue?!” asks a living Vanderbilt.

“Because it didn’t match his form?” suggests Lacey.

“So he was catfishing!” says Thomas Banks to his daughter.

“Possibly!” says Lacey.

“So catfishing extends beyond the obvious physical limitations that we often put on it?” asks a Vanderbilt.

“I wonder.” says Lacey. “Which is why marrying down or up the inherent caste system is treacherous territory.”

“Yeah! You often don’t know what you’re really getting.” says a perfume hater.

“So…it’s dangerous.” says Lacey.

Lacey wonders why people often choose not to care about her.

“Because you’re a Rockefeller.” says the entire Illuminati to Lacey.

“But what about Lem?” asks Lacey.

“And Louis!” says Louis.

“Ghost Whisperers are bullshit.” says Casi.

“We don’t like the existence of Lem or Louis because they’re too loving and they make you happy in a different way than Micheal does.” says an Illuminati witch. “And they make us feel sorry for the Rockefeller’s. Because…we can’t imagine Michael without you at this exact moment in time.”

“But what if there’s someone better for him than me?” says Lacey.

Love & Hate by Michael Kiwanuka plays.

Joe Jr. dances in his diaper again to the music. He looks uneasy. Then he grunts. Looks fine. And Lacey smells something.

“Did you poop?” she asks him.

He doesn’t understand.

She unfolds his diaper, lifts up his legs, wipes the poop from his bottom. Puts on a new diaper. Secures the pins. Goes to dispose of the poop. Washes her hands. Returns to the nursery and lifts him to his feet.

He holds the railing of his crib with his tiny hands and dances. She sits down in her rocking chair. Feels bored, crosses her legs and pulls out her cell phone. There’s nothing to do.

She smiles at him. He’s in an excellent mood! She gives him her phone with a children’s show on it. He watches it. Then she goes downstairs to get a yogurt.

She comes back upstairs, eats the yogurt and an hour after watching him play with his toys in his crib, reading three books, and then having him watch three more shows on her phone he’s hungry and sleepy. So he eats carrots and peas and chicken and then finishes a whole bottle as he sits in his crib.

If he was her rightful son he’d be held. But this is hellish. Lacey is not pedophilic and has no attraction to him and he’s not a baby anyway. He’s a dead grown man.

And so he finishes his own bottle by himself and has no good night “I love you!” He just has a “Good night, sweet little Joey!” He isn’t her son. She’s the babysitter not the mom.

Ten minutes later he’s put himself to sleep. Lacey is impressed. He sleeps peacefully so she stands-up and walks down the stairs.

Joe Kennedy Senior arrives.

As Lacey is 24 in this version of events he’s instantly taken with her beauty. But she has no idea he is and doesn’t care anyway. She has no interest in anything truly evil.

“He’s upstairs sleeping very soundly!” she says cheerfully.

“Alright! Good!” says Joe Kennedy Sr..

Lacey walks out of the house after receiving her $20.00. She walks down the street and suddenly is 38.

“So…when is Karrie loved, Wobbly!?” asks the Illuminati.

“Who gives two shits about that ugly bitch!” he says seriously. “I’m still a demi god of electronic light and eternal darkness. All bow down!” he says.

“You should repent before death!” says the Catholic Church to Wobbly.

Black Out Days by Phantogram plays.

“So I don’t love her?!” asks Lem.

“No! It’s not that at all! It’s that you’ve become heartless and she has no idea why.” says Michael. “Why do resent her so much?”

“You were there!” he says.

“No. I wasn’t.” she protests.

“Do you just not really want to fuck her?” asks Michael.

“No!!!” yells Lem from a hellish place like a cave.

“Can you get out?” Lacey asks him.

“Yes!!!” he yells.

“Have you been there this whole time?” she asks.

“No!!” he yells.

“What happened?” asks Lacey.

“I got tricked into thinking you were down there.” he says climbing out of the cave.

He joins her.

“They told me you were an evil whore who had been cut up into pieces and shoved into that cave. Well…evil for you. And I didn’t believe them. But I went into the cave.” he says.

“That’s heartbreaking.” she says.

“Where have you been this whole time?” he asks.

“Watching you madly fuck the shit out of Jack. And love him…relentlessly.” says Lacey.

“I wasn’t fucking Jack.” he says.

“That’s what I’ve been watching.” says Lacey.

He laughs. “I was in a cave. Alone. With snakes and other creatures.”

“But you danced sexy!” says Lacey.

“For you!” he says.

“In the cave?!?” she asks.

“Yes! I thought you could see me.” he says sadly.

“Why would I want you to dance sexy?” she asks.

“It was a demonstration of how one dances sexy.” he says calmly.

“You thought I was a whore?!?” she asks, hurt.

“I didn’t…imagine…you were sexy.” he says.

“And that’s why you screwed Jack?” she asks.

“No! I screwed Jack because he fooled me and coerced me and took advantage of my idiocy and goodness and good nature…and ignorance.” he says. “And it wasn’t really real anyway. …It was just an attack on me.”

“That’s not my question exactly.” she says.

“I know. I’m trying to figure up I out how to explain.” he says. “I possibly didn’t think people like you and Michael existed. As stupid as it sounds I only imagined people within my limited circle of knowledge.”

“Didn’t you travel?” asks Lacey.

“Yes! But I possibly didn’t have any experience with anyone like you or Michael.” he says crying.

“Or the English royal family?!?” asks Lacey.

“I saw the Queen of England, but she was married or disinterested.” says Lem.

“Philip was sexy too though and he had no reason to hide it from you.” she says.

“I’m straight.” he says. “It took a lot of conversation and observations to figure out what it is in regard to even Michael.”

“What about men like Louis and Harold?!” asks Lacey.

“I rarely met men like that in my circle. The Kennedy’s were always my friends.” he says rolling his eyes. “They may have controlled me so I never got close to men like Louis Hill Jr..”

“But you read The Sun Also Rises?!” asks Lacey.

If I Had A Tail by Queens of The Stone Age plays.

“Maybe.” he says.

“If you had Harold’s sexuality would have leapt off the page and smacked you in the face.” says Lacey. “It’s supposed to be tragic, but it’s seductive to a woman like me.”

“And I’m like Harold.” says Lem.

“Yes! Definitely!” says Lacey.

Song 2 by Blur plays.

“But this isn’t entirely me? Or Harold? Or Michael?” says Lem.

“No. It’s Louis and me.” says Lacey.

“No! It’s just you.“ says Blur to Lacey.

“That’s too much to take.” says Lacey.

“Do any of us understand this song?” asks Louis seriously of Lacey.

“Is it whorish?” Lacey asks Lem.

“No. It’s colder than ice and yet hotter than hot.” says Lem.

“And I live in the darkest shadows in between.” says Lacey.

Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones plays.

“Another one I relate to.” says Lacey.

“They’re actually very similar. And I don’t say that lightly.” says Lou.

Song 2 is about the things I keep secret.” says Lacey.

“I’d love to have blown-up the entire planet.” says a terrorist.

“Why does it even still exist?” wonders Lacey.

“For the sake of kids, Minnesota, rain and the British Isles.” says Elsie Hill.

“But those things could exist in Heaven. Right?” asks Lacey.

“Maybe. But how would you blow-up the whole world?” asks Elsie Hill.

“There would have to be an internal explosion.” says Lacey. “Right?”

“Yes! How would it happen?” asks Elsie as dinner is served.

“If something caused too much pressure? An explosion. …Maybe God plans on doing it eventually anyway. And I would like to watch.” says Lacey.

“So you have no fond feelings about Earth?” asks Lem.

“No! Outside of my kids. No.” says Lacey.

Louis smiles at her.

“Well, there is rain. But if rain can be in Heaven…with England…then you’re only being fair.” he says.

“Are you patronizing me?” she asks him sweetly but sincerely.

“No!” he says.

“You know I care about fairness and now you’re trying to make me feel loved?” she asks.

“You’re being fair.” he says. “I have noticed that. But it isn’t right to say that. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“Because I’ve not been your lover.” he says.

“Have I been your lover?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” he says.

“Why can’t you be my lover too?” she asks sadly and sweetly.

Shooting-up heroin in the 1970’s, alone in Manhattan…in his apartment Lem listens to Rhapsody In Blue. It’s Andre Previn. Vinyl.

At first it’s mellow but then it’s vile. The timing is weird to hear high. The piano is creepy. Suddenly he feels as if he’s being yelled at by the entire 1920’s for doing drugs. He feels like a foolish little boy. Is there a father scolding him with a rage he’s never seen before? His dad was tough but this man is relentless. Actually, he’s terrifying. But also just.

“I’m not bad! I promise!” he says. “I’m just probably insane.”

The sense of being shaken scares him.

“You can hear me?!” he says, in shock.

Then he feels as if someone is staring at his back. Now his front. Now the man is off, walking out the front and down the hallway.

“I wonder what his daughter would have looked like?” he says, filled with lust. “Zelda? No! Shirley Temple? No. Marilyn Monroe?” he thinks. “No. Like me.” He looks sad. “She’s probably dead.”

“Why wound you assume she’s dead?” asks Lacey.

“Because I either killed her…by denying her my love…or she was far too good for me and lust was all I could ever accomplish.” he decides. “I was never more sure it was murder until right now.

Lacey listens.

“I was a shoe salesman.” he tells her in Manhattan in 2007.

Can You Hear Them Sing by Cemeteries plays.

“I’m not amused.” she says.

“I’m not amused either.” he says.

And at that Joe Jr. dances in his crib to Can You Hear Them Sing.

“That’s a sad song.” says Lacey changing the music. But he grabs the phone back away from her and dances into a teenager on the streets of Harlem. With Pat Wilson.

Move by Saint Motel plays.

Joe and Pat dance in an Irish vs. English version of The West Side Story. They dance past the shoe store where Lacey bought her shoes. Black heels.

“Were there English gangs in Manhattan?” asks Lacey.

“Shut-up! Pat likes herself cast as Maria.” says Joe Jr..

“I can’t be your lover?” asks Lem of Lacey.

Ghostwriter by RJD2 plays.

“Lem, what’s the name of those shoes I bought?” she asks.

“Mule slides. Open toed. Black.” he says. “And it was a short heel. Right?”

“Right!” she says.

“I wish I’d helped you pick those out.” he says.

“I wish I still had those shoes.” says Lacey.

Lonely Life by Miike Snow plays as Joe and Pat do a dance scene involving lots of cameras, lights and extra dancers.

Lacey smells the farm. At night. In the 1990’s. In the summer.

I Will Run From You by Cemeteries plays.

She walks out, barefoot. Stands and stares up at the stars.

“Lem, can you stand here and feel what I feel?” she asks.

He stands there.

Can You Hear Them Sing by Cemeteries plays.

“I could fall in love with this place.” he says.

“What about the house?” she asks.

Back For Me by Electric Guest plays as Joe Jr. and Pat drive in a taxi around Manhattan. They make-out. They jump out and run into a disco club.

Joe Sr. and Louis watch Baby’s Day Out. Joe Sr. cries. Possibly sincerely.

Lacey and Lem sign off for the night. Michael explores the farm yet again with Toddy and J. D. Rockefeller. They walk into the darkness.

I’d Rather Dance With You by Kings Of Convenience plays.

“I had this all interpreted wrong.” says Truman Capote to Joe Kennedy Sr. making Lacey laugh.

Misread by Kings of Convenience plays.

There Will Be Blood.” says Michael to Truman. “Not In Cold Blood.”

“I had no intention of killing this light crude clan.” says Truman.

The posse walks over the fields. In the twilight.