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For hours last night Lacey talked with Mr. And Mrs. Blue explaining that she isn’t in love with Mr. Blue anymore, that she possibly never was and that she doubts he was ever that in love with her. But Lacey is either a sacrifice gone wrong and they can’t get over their loss of her death in the Illuminati…or Mrs. Blue and Mr. Blue and Batgirl III just can’t cognitively comprehend the concept of her lack of interest.

Paavo Järvi conducts the Orchestre Philharmonique De Radio France in Prokofiev’s Suite No. 2 from Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64ter: I. The Montagues and Capulets.

This could easily be a part of the soundtrack for the last four years or so of Lacey’s life.

“I think she lacks a sense of self!” says Mrs. Blue.

“Why? Because I find your husband entirely undesirable?” asks Lacey.

“What if we were supposed to kill you.” says a Bush.

“What’s the point of killing me?” asks Lacey.

“Because you were depressed.” says an Illuminati Democrat.

“Right. So I was supposed to kill myself like a fucking idiot twat?” asks Lacey. “Not kill myself before I was 30 and had kids. Oh no! Kill myself after I had kids and had already started aging?!”

“Yes!” says a Bush.

“That’s insulting to me on a profound level.” says Lacey. “You people are such cheap squalor.”

“But we spoke to your subconscious and you said that out of everyone in your family you’d volunteer to die.” says an Illuminati member. “Because you were so depressed and you wanted to protect your family.”

“I VOLUNTEERED TO DIE?!??” asks Lacey. “I volunteered?!?” Lacey says. “You people are so incompetent!” says Lacey. “Don’t you understand that when a person like me bravely volunteers to die it’s a HUGE red flag?! …It’s not like…’Oh! These are weird Norwegians! Maybe this is their culture?’” says Lacey. “No. Something was amiss.” She tries to figure out how to explain. “I…think the problem is I was also deeply disturbed about the oil.”

“Yeah right!” says Mrs. Blue.

“No! I was.” says Lacey.

“Yeah right!!” says Mrs. Blue.

“No! I was.” says Lacey.

“Okay! Then why didn’t you say something?” asks Mr. Blue.

“To who?! When?” asks Lacey.

“Why didn’t you say something to your family?” asks a Bush sheepishly. “Dear God, you really believe we’re brainless, demonically possessed monster zombies of the true old elite?”

“Possibly!” says Lacey. “Americans make the old British elite such crass, vile, evil people. Are you all competing with that false impression?”

“I know they were based on historical fact.” says a Bush.

“No! That’s likely just bullshit.” says Lacey.

“Maybe the Bush family are colonized haters?” asks a man, sheepishly.

“Lies!!” says Lacey. “The people who I came here for aren’t so stupid. If I’m even reincarnated.” She thinks. “I hope they weren’t stupid at all.”

“Maybe…you all really were worse than you think.” says an English woman.

“NO!!!!!” Lacey rips shreds of hot, seething rage into Heaven.

“You’re not really that angry!” says The Loudest Perfume Hater.

Lacey looks at her in her spirit like she’s a zombie too.

“You’re FAKE!!” says Mrs. Blue to Lacey.

“Dear God! Are you all genuinely just brainless, demonic Hell-whores?” asks Lacey calmly.

“We aren’t going to protect your lives anymore.” the Illuminati says to the Blues. “The Bush family refuses to take the heat for this shitshow if they’re not actually responsible.”

“That’s nice. Gosh, I wonder if they mean it?” says Lacey thinking aloud. “I mean…for all I know I’m Noah.”

Prokofiev plays.

“Probably!” says a They to Lacey sarcastically.

“Wait! Maybe you are that angry.” says The Loudest Perfume Hater to Lacey.

“I am.” says Lacey.

“Why are you so angry on behalf of the old British elite?” asks The Loudest Perfume Hater of Lacey.

“I am too angry to calmly discuss it and you’d just read it and then ignore it anyway?” responds Lacey.

“Okay.” she says.

“What did that mean to you? If you are reincarnated?” asks a reincarnation specialist in the Illuminati of Lacey.

“Well, I don’t mean to offend you in your beliefs.” says Lacey half sarcastically. “But…first of all, my family can’t be sacrificed. The family that raised me.” She thinks. “Calm down and listen!” She thinks. “They’re VIKINGS. And I highly suspect they’re the sort of Vikings who have made HORRIFIC sacrifices to gods in the distant past. Maybe made pacts with gods who control the ground.” She rolls her eyes. “How do you think the Vikings did so well?” She laughs. “No! I understand the spiritual dynamic of your operation. It’s relatively short-term gain and then serious loss. But you see, we’re eternal beings if it works at all. That’s only rational dearies. If the sacrifices work that’s evidence that they’re potentially very dangerous. Because who are you working with? …Do you know this deity? NO! …The God of the Bible is different. He loves us. And actually, I often suspect that all of the other so-called deities were just Satan anyway.” She thinks. “The thing is…regardless, the whole Viking turned strong Christian angle of the family is disconcerting. In terms of ritual pagan sacrifice. They may be cold as ice but they’re not lower-class. They’re prim, elite, dignified, aristocratic people. And they’re VERY Norwegian. …FAR too Norwegian to be safely sacrificed.” Lacey thinks.

“This is not going to register to these people. But good luck!” says a Kayne to Lacey.

“Maybe some of them understand?” wonders Lacey.

“Why are Norwegians so bad to sacrifice?” he asks.

“It’s just history.” says Lacey. “That’s all it is. But real history. Not Tik Tok conspiracy theories.”

“Would it be like sacrificing a Japanese family?” ask a Japanese man.

“YES! If they were historically important royal silversmiths recognized by the emperor in Japan. And then they honorably and nobly accumulated vast swaths of the US ocean property.” says Lacey. “Well as honorably and nobly as one can in the course of US History.” She thinks. “And as a dignified, elite family proudly carrying on the traditions of old Japan they became very wealthy. Often visiting their beloved Japan and seeing left behind family. Cousins. …And then they start being killed. By the US Illuminati. …And I’m unclear what would happen if they were of the Jainism faith. Or? Is it Jainism in Japan? Sorry if I have that wrong. …But if they converted to Christianity…that’s just bound to cause major destruction.”

“Why?!?” asks Mr. Blue in a tart, condescending, acerbic manner. He’s always condescending to Lacey. Always.

“I think you’re actually not very bright and you cover-up for it. Or she really is a sacrifice gone wrong.” says Lord Thirsten Snotgrass to Mr. Blue.

Something nearly manifests in her room. It was a demon? Or a human face? It’s unclear. She prays and then she’s over it.

“Humility before God is our strength to go on when we are Christians and stupid.” mentions Lacey to all.

“Okay! But why?” asks Mr. Blue in a nerdy-sexy, flirty way he is still convinced will make her fall madly in love with him. The pedophilic crew in the Illuminati support his delusions. The fact that he has trouble hearing no from an adult woman makes the pedophiles feel less stupid and/or insane. A child clearly says no to abuse. But sometimes they also refuse good things. So pedophiles use that to excuse their fixation on their delusions that make them think that they’re not insane.

“What…exactly…supports your delusions in regard to Lacey?” asks a gay male pedophile of Mr. Blue.

“She’s a liar!” he says.

Lacey is flummoxed. “No, I’m not a liar.” She quickly assesses herself. “At least I certainly hope I’m not.” she says.

“Mr. Blue…before getting back to why Norwegians make bad sacrifices…let’s examine something.” says the gay male pedophile to Mr. Blue. “Are you a pedophile?”

“Yes!” Mr. Blue admits.

“Right!” says the gay male pedophile. “So…could you have a pedophilic fixation on Lacey? Because she’s like a grandmother or mother to you as a pedophilic grown-man. And you can’t process that she’s not at all attracted to you as you being yourself? You had to pretend to be her age to get her interested.” He thinks. “I think some older men, and some men over…25 could be genuinely viable partners or come close. But…it’s not an entirely easy, natural attraction for her. She likes men. But…the guys today aren’t as attractive to her as Scott, Louis, Lem or Michael, etc.. It’s a compromise to try to be able to live some life.” He thinks. “And of course having been been molested just makes her loneliness worse. But anyway…the point is…I don’t like you. I think you’re a fraud. And I’m sick of defending you.” says the gay male pedophile to Mr. Blue.

Jump Around by House of Pain plays.

“This song is BRILLIANT.” says Lacey. “This is the spiritual power of Africa.”

“Do you white fools have any idea what jumping up and down means?” asks Michael. “Spiritually.”

And at that…Mr. Blue claims full childhood poverty benefits in the Illuminati for self-protection.

“Those lyrics are possibly more powerful than any weapon known to Western Civilization.” says Lacey. “And bomb, gun, biological weapon, etc..”

COPYCAT by Billie Eilish plays.

“We’re eternal beings.” says a dead African man. “Does Western Civilization not know that? Or did they just forget? Or…were they unimaginative and backward too at times?” he laughs.

How You Like Me Now by The Heavy plays.

“No…the problem with sacrificing Norwegians is that we don’t know what they said to God. We have no idea what they said. And if they humbled themselves and tried to truly worship Him…sincerely…over generations…what does that mean? God knows what they gave-up to worship Him. And He honors that paltry human attempt to worship Him.” says the dead African man. “And…Satan knows too. So dead people, possibly. So do demons. So do angels.” He thinks. “Come to think of it…you’re the only ones who somehow don’t know. So…why be so…careless?”

“So! Who could we sacrifice?” asks a Fox News host.

“Sadly the Kennedy’s.” says Lacey in gallows humor.

Joe Kennedy Sr. stands in front of a Gaelic cave. He’s grooving to the 20th Century vibe, thinking it’s a cool place.

Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey plays.

And…at the refrain…a Gaelic pagan priest lifts a grinning and vibing Joe Sr. up off the ground and begins carrying him away. He’s jolly and still cheerful at first…but as the priest makes his way to the cave it becomes clearer to Joe Sr. that…he’s about to be killed and sacrificed.

“We were dancing all night!” sings Lana Del Rey.

“Say! This isn’t ancient Ireland anymore!” protests Joe Kennedy Senior.

“Yes! But you either joined the Illuminati or they’re using your family as sacrifices now.” explains an African American man to Joe Sr..

“I don’t think Lacey thought this was a reasonable thing to do to people.” says Joe Sr..

“This crowd isn’t listening to Lacey and not you either.” says the African American man.

“They don’t care. They just have decided that they don’t care.” says the African American man.

“Why?!?” asks Joe politely.

“Really?!?” asks J. P..

The two men stand there feeling awkward. Embarrassed for the Illuminati, should they exist.

“Well…you know…it’s…change.” says the African American man trying not to laugh.

“That’s mean.” says Joe Sr. trying not to laugh.

They quiet themselves before God.

Dangerous by Big Data plays.

“More later!” says Louis Hill Jr..

The Illuminati suggests Lacey explain to the Blues why she thought having an affair made possible moral sense in 2016. So out of kindness she does.

“Okay…if I was to have been born in 1918 to Thomas Banks and married Joe Kennedy Junior I would have been trapped a bad marriage. People get trapped in bad marriages. And if Lem has been there I’d have had an affair. And we’d have left together and gotten married.” says Lacey.

“True!” says Lem.

“So to you it was like…an abortion to save the life of the mother when she has two kids and the baby is going to die either way anyway?” asks Mrs. Blue of Lacey.

“Yes!” says Lacey. “An ectopic pregnancy.” She thinks. “Except, Lem isn’t the same thing as a dead unborn child.”

“No! But I’m still sad!” says Joe Jr..

“You’re also the one who cheated in a marriage still deemed viable.” says a black female lawyer.

“Yeah, that’s likely. Unfortunately.” says Joe Jr..

“So it’s a similar moral dilemma?” asks Mrs. Blue of Lacey.

“It’s similar. I’m not sure it’s the same dilemma. Because I’m this case I was also confused about Illuminati-elite-They lies, and I’m generationally awkward.” says Lacey. “I think I truly thought Millennials were going to be less traditional in regard to marriage norms.” She thinks. “More focused on the quality of love in the relationship and less focused on the norms.”

“So a dead marriage would indicate the marriage contract being null and void?” asks Mrs. Blue.

Lacey feels overwhelmingly sad.

“It’s okay!” says Mrs. Blue.

But Lacey is sad for them.

“Well…that’s so harsh, isn’t it? But yes. Possibly? Umm…or potentially null and void.” says Lacey. “Like, it wasn’t a clear null and void but there were possible indications of that.”

“So you thought our marriage might be truly dead?” asks Mrs. Blue.

“Yes! I suspected it. And I thought he was like Michael or Lem. So I didn’t think he’d flirt with me unless he meant something well-intentioned by it.” says Lacey.

“To be honest it cracks me up how slow these people are!” The Loudest Perfume Hater says to a friend who reads Lacey’s blog. “How many times has she expressed to you all that she thought your marriage was dead?!?”

“Our marriage was dead.” says Mrs. Blue. “But…I believe in traditional marriage. No divorce.”

“And yet you had an open marriage where you both slept around?” asks an Illuminati witch.

“I think she means it in a bourgeois pseudo-intellectual way.” says Lacey. She smiles. “But I get it. No divorce!”

“Why do you think I’m so obsessed with not getting divorced?” asks Mrs. Blue of Lacey.

“Because you love…things that last. Things that are personal accomplishments over long periods of time. Investments. The idea of a marriage that brings stability and a sense of familial pride.” says Lacey. “A lot of people think this kind of preservation mentality is upper-class and old money. It is…and it’s not.”

“We fixed our marriage.” says Mrs. Blue.

“I doubt that. He’s a horrible person.” says Lacey. “But…if you love him then…that’s your choice. Do you?!”

“Yes!!! …I mean…I married him.” she says.

“What if you’d had tons of other choices? Or did you?” asks Lacey.

She smiles. “I did and didn’t. …But no…I love him.”

“I just can’t stand his personality.” says Lacey. “It isn’t abrasive to you?”

“No!!” she says.

“Hmm. Well that’s good.” says Lacey.

“You can’t stand him?” asks Mrs. Blue.

“I don’t think it’s that I can’t stand him so much as…I just can’t imagine being in love with him. As surprising as that might be to hear me say. …But there’s no accounting for taste. And that’s a good thing in consensual, adult relationships.” says Lacey.

“You feel bad for me.” says Mrs. Blue.

“Yes! But if he makes you happy then that’s good. And for you to fight for him to such a drastic degree you must love him?” says Lacey.

“I can’t believe you think that!” says Mrs. Blue to Lacey.

“Dear God help me.” says Lacey.

“Oh! You’re praying!” says Mrs. Blue sarcastically.

“Yup! You got it bub!” says Lacey.

“No! You think I’m an idiot?” asks Mrs. Blue.

“That’s a spurious claim.” says Lacey.

“It’s not obvious you’re praying.” says Mrs. Blue.

“That’s the joke.” says Lacey. “It’s a joke on the deterioration of the English Language.”

“Who’s supposed to get the joke?!?” asks an actress who, like many living people, hopes Lacey is stupid.

“Me. Maybe just me, among the living. God. Anyone who thinks like me.” says Lacey.

“No…you’re just keeping yourself company.” says the actress.

“Exactly!” says Lacey.

“Your life is depressing as fuck!” says the actress to Lacey.

“Yes! True!” says Lacey.

“And men today don’t…ever seem to work out?” she asks.

“Yes! There’s no stable happiness for me there it seems.”says Lacey.

“You know conjuring Summertime Sadness was SO stupid.” says the actress. “We should not have done that.”

“Well…if you meant well…it was sweet.” says Lacey. “Some living, Christian guy who I should have been able to click with.”

The actress laughs. “But he was…just like all the other living men.”

The Lark Ascending plays.

“Yes. Oh, I think anyone in their 20’s has fresh insight. But…no. He couldn’t reach me. …Not like Elliott did while I was with him, for example.” says Lacey.

“You know, you lie!” says the actress named Lopez. “You know what I mean!”

“Yeah…well…it’s not lying. It’s just that people can’t handle who I am. …They say they can. Try accuse me of being an idiot. But…truly…it’s my blessings they never can handle. It’s my actual soul. My beauty. Who I actually am. So…I cloak myself. A lot of what people hate is bullshit, I think. But…I don’t want to scare anyone.” says Lacey.

“Why not just scare people?” she asks.

“I think I have it in my head that everyone would just cry.” says Lacey.

“Yeah! Because your life is depressing or why?” asks the actress.

“Because…they need me to be strong for them.” says Lacey.

“More later.” says Louis.

While she eats a late lunch Wobbly and Mr. Blue conjure a man they assume is Lem Billings. Turns out…he’s not Lem Billings.

He’s a Jewish New Yorker. He looks like Lem. Except he’s shorter. His neck and face look a little different too.

“He sounds hot!” says a Jewish woman.

“He is.” says Lacey.

He smiles politely.

“But he’s married, I think.” says Lacey. “As much as a person can be married in afterlife.”

“Happily married?” asks Lord Thirsten Snotgrass.

“Yes! It seems so. …He does really resemble Lem though. I get the confusion.“ says Lacey.

“He had a good marriage and life?” asks a Millennial woman.

“It had its ups and downs. But…it ended well?” says Lacey. “And they’re happy now.”

Dreamy by Hania Rani plays.

“I think he feels bad for me.” says Lacey.

“Yeah! That’s not Lem!” says an Illuminati witch.

Lem smiles.

He almost killed Lacey last night. But God restrained him.

“It’s so painful to watch her be alone.” says Lem. “I just can’t stand her misery.”

Lacey thinks.

“But…God won’t let me kill her.” says Lem.

“Lem, you sound strange.” says a living gay man in America in the Illuminati. No

Sea Change by Stephan Moccio plays.

“Wobbly, stop shouting over the people who are responding to Lacey right now.” says an Illuminati witch soothingly.

“I’m not gay.” says Lem jokingly.

“Okay! So you’re not gay or you’re jokingly saying you’re not gay?” asks an actor of Lem.

Un Réveil by Christopher Dicker plays.

Lem yawns. “No! I’m not gay.” he says. “Do you want me to get graphic?”

“You’re not gay? Or you’re jokingly saying you’re not gay?” asks the original gay man.

“I’m not gay!” he says. “And she’s not necessarily channeling me.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m not joking.” Then he looks disgruntled but continues. “See…she’s not dead like an evil person. Her conscience is fine. Her emotions are intact. She’s just…possibly literally slightly dead.”

Summertime Sadness looks uncomfortable.

“So…she’s proof that we don’t fully understand how God made us.” says Summertime Sadness.

“Yes! If what I’m saying is true.” says Lem.

“Umm…so…I’m sure this has been said before…but…did Mr. Blue conjure Lacey?!?” asks Summertime Sadness.

“Yeah, that’s what some people wonder.” says Mrs. Blue.

“Okay! But…that was so likely!” says Lacey. “If it’s true.” She thinks. “The way people did change in the late 20th Century. And if I’m illegitimate…my father broke with custom and so did my birth mother in having me.”

“And not aborting you?“ asks Louis.

“Yes?” wonders Lacey.

“Or what? Because it’s not pedophilia. And closeted adoption was normal. So…what is it?” asks Lacey.

“It might actually be abortion.” says Louis.

“So…they decided to keep me. But…not get married.” says Lacey. She sighs. “I hope I’m not illegitimate in that regard. That’s a lot of emotional work to do. I’m proud they didn’t abort me. But…not raising me was dumb. And the only if I’d have been a Christian then the only upside is my kids.”

“Even though the home would have been broken?” asks Summertime Sadness.

“Yes! Very much so! …In their case.” says Lacey. All situations are different. “Other than for my kids it was…possibly worse than pointless.”

“Do you hate your parents?” asks her cousin. “Who raised you.”

“No! If I’m illegitimate they’re not my parents other than legally. And…I do try to be kind to them out of whatever respect seems appropriate and honor them as much as possible but…they’re not…my parents, really. Please don’t take that as a rejection of you.” she says.

Hate It Or Love It by 50 Cent plays.

“50 Cent is so good.” says Lacey.

“Does this song make you feel patriotic?” a Biden seriously asks Lacey.

“No. Sad and nostalgic for an old America and my youth.” says Lacey. “Our hope just decreases every decade.”

“I shouldn’t have run!” he says.

“They made you. Didn’t they?” says Lacey.

He smiles.

“That’s ugly.” says Lacey.

“Yup!” he says.

“Damn.” says Lacey. “Damn that shit to Hell.”

“Well…yeah!” he says.

“We’re a tired country right now. Aren’t we?” says Lacey.

“Yes! Very! All of us.” he says.

“I don’t hate you! Just for the record.” he says.

“Do I remind you of your first wife?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah, a little. She was prettier than you though.” he says trying not to cry.

“Jill was pretty when she was young too!” says Lacey.

He nods and smiles.

“You’ll have quite the predicament in Heaven!” says Louis teasingly to a Biden.

“Yeah!” he says.

“Well, I hope you keep God and repentance in mind everyday.” says Lacey sincerely.

“You think God can forgive me?” he asks.

“Christianity is a false religion if your sin, outside of rejecting Christ, is that profound.” says Lacey. “From what I understand. And of course, I have faith it’s not at all false in any way.”

Harold Loeb would like to point out that reincarnation doesn’t need to be clear in the Bible to keep the faith from being false. It’s not a part of the essentials of Christianity. If it’s even possible to construct a way reincarnation is actually a scientific phenomenon not clearly discussed in Christianity but still addressed inadvertently in the Bible. …But, of course, it’s dubious.

Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve plays.

“So you truly don’t think Millennial men could date you?” asks a Millennial guy of Lacey.

“They always confuse me.” says Lacey. “They seem to be happy in relationships. With people. But…I haven’t had good experiences with them.” says Lacey.

“What about-All of them?” he asks.

“They make lovely conversation. But…they don’t do well with me in relationships.” says Lacey.

Swing by Zero 7 plays.

“I’m her husband.” Lem. “So…unless I’m a demon…she’s probably just going to be with me for forever going forward.”

“That’s a terrible life!” says a Boomer.

“Yeah!” says Louis. He laughs. “You’ve all made a total mess of her life?”

“What did I do wrong?” asks Lacey.

“Possibly not much.” says the Boomer.

“Well…at least she’s rich and pretty!!! Right?!? What more could a anyone ask for?!?” asks Louis hauntingly. “Real unusually intelligent too!”

“So if there’s Heaven…you’re raising kids…hoping ghosts are real…and…praying…and waiting to die.” says a Nevin.

“Yes! But everyone dies of old age anyway.” says Lacey.

“But you’re excited to die!” he says.

“Yes! But…I love my kids. It’ll be sad to die and not easily talk to them for 30 to 50 years! So…I’m enjoying that. And watching people. Watching them live and experiencing the 21st Century with them. But…no. My life outside of my kids and my art is possibly totally genuinely over.” she says matter-of-factly. Clearly she grieved this a while ago and is moving on.

“So your plan is to live 30 years waiting to die?” asks a Millennial woman.

“Yes! As well as possible.” says Lacey. “And enjoying my kids and writing. And appreciating nature. And praying.” She thinks. “And my ex is my buddy. And he’s very helpful. And…I enjoy beauty.”

“So you’re totally normal. Just a Millennial aristocrat who genetically maybe was supposed to be born in 1930 or so?” asks a Gen Z woman.

“Yes! Or 1932 or…1918.” says Lacey.

“So you’re that over life?” asks the Gen Z woman aghast.

“Yes! It’s not worked out for me to almost ever live much of my life and now I’m almost 40. And I’m exhausted. …It’s kind of like when you try a DIY that’s…insane. And you can’t do it and it’s just increasingly overwhelming. And you keep fighting to make it happen and then you just collapse in tears and sobs and sit on the floor and give-up. Amidst the chaos. And then you look around and think…, ‘Okay God! Now what?’” says Lacey. “Allowing and encouraging me to be a born-again Christian is the best thing my parents who raised me gave me.”

“So you don’t feel like God called you to this life?” asks Summertime Sadness.

“No!! Absolutely not!!!” says Lacey. “Being a mom. But not much else. It’s awful. Although I’m thankful for my blessings.”

“So you ruined her life!” says an actress to Mr. Blue.

“My life had already basically ended.” says Lacey. “I had repeatedly prayed to die. But I had kids. And I’m glad that I’m alive for them. And…me honoring my faith and worshiping God…and enjoying being a mom…must be important for God to maintain in the world of the living.”

“So…your life wasn’t supposed to be this…bizarre?” asks a Gen Z woman of Lacey.

“No! I doubt it. I highly suspect something went awry.” says Lacey.

Toxic by Britney Spears plays.

“Why didn’t you enjoy being pretty?” asks a Millennial man.

Lacey thinks. “Because Joe Kennedy Jr. is a worthless bitch. Not literally. But categorically.”

Womanizer by Britney Spears plays.

“Why…do I feel like that’s actually what happened?!” asks a Catholic.

Lem looks enraged. He gets into a fight with Joe. Marilyn shoots Joe to insult Lem. And Lacey gets tired…of all of it.

Joe Sr. plays Circus by Britney Spears to mock himself and make Lacey laugh. It works. But then he worries it might make Jack feel alienated psychologically. But the song is almost over so he lets it finish.

Finally Lem gains the upper hand on Joe and pushes him up against a wall. “Apologize!” Lem demands of Joe.

“Sorry!” he says to Lacey sincerely.

She nods politely to accept the apology.

Lem looks disturbed. Terrified.

And at that Michael arrives. Grabs an old English sword and slices off Joe’s head and then throws it across the room.

“I assume God will sort this out?” asks Lacey of Jesus. “This is pathetic. Lem…do you exist? Or should I give up on you ever loving me?”

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be that angry?” asks Lacey.

Ocean Breathes Salty by Modest Mouse plays.

Joe, head back on his neck, is enraged.

“Get away from me!” he says to Lacey.

“Why? Because you apologized for destroying my sense of outward self in a dull, crap apology considering? And then Lem was dense and nearly useless and heartbreaking thanks to your family sucking him dry? And Michael has some sense of decency left so he chopped off your head painlessly? Wow! You’re a wuss?” asks Lacey. “A fake news story about masculine courage and honor?”

Joe vomits all over Lem. “I drank too much!”

Putin is undoubtedly unsurprised. By all of it.

“A lot of demons are trying to impersonate me to attack you.” says Lem to Lacey.

“I’m in love with you!!” Mr. Blue yells at Lacey.

Lacey nods her head and closes her eyes empathetically.

Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy by The Andrews Sisters plays.

“I’m glad Millennials at least have Indie music. I love that song. But I love Millennial music. Gen X music. It’s a mercy.” says Lacey. “Thomas Newman too. Our music is so much sadder. But it’s also far more honest.”

Softcore by The Neighbourhood plays.

“I’m sorry you love me.” she says to Mr. Blue. “Even if you weren’t a malignant narcissist it would be a bad concept to pursue.”

“Aww. Why?” he asks half pouting.

Lacey thinks. “It’s not a generational thing necessarily. In your case we might be genetically more compatible than other people. But…I think we’re ultimately too different in non-complementary ways.”

“So amazing of you to say something so…objective and thoughtful, considering how in love with him you’ve been.” says Mrs. Blue.

“You know…I haven’t been.” says Lacey. “And…from here on out…I’m going to violently ignore the two of you out of respect for myself. And that’s probably not a good thing. Okay?”

“You’re so sick!” says an Illuminati hater to Lacey. He’s not able to comprehend that she’s not a clingy, insecure bitch who lies. “You’re not a narcissist!” he says insultingly.

“I’m sorry. Are you retarded?” asks Michael.

“No! And that’s an insult to retarded people!” he says.

“Comparing you to them? You’re right! I’m sorry! I should have made such a sick comparison.” says Lacey.

“You’re not at all attracted to him?” he asks as if she didn’t just deeply insult him.

“That’s a loaded question. What supercilious sexual bullshit are you arguing as pure fact?”asks Lacey.

“Okay. So…you find most adult men mildly attractive?” he asks.

“Yes. As a straight woman that’s true. But…that doesn’t mean I want to sleep with them.” says Lacey.

“So they’re not unpleasant to look at. But…nothing more?” he asks.

“Pretty close.” says Lacey.

“He doesn’t cross that threshold?” asks the man.

“No! I still look at him and remember who I used to think he was. And it’s gross to me now. But no. Not really.” says Lacey.

Earth Angel by The Penguins plays.

“No! I have never experienced this normal human experience. Deal with it!!!” says Lacey about the love song to all of humanity. “My life never happened the way it does for most people.” She thinks. “And no! I’m not some real who would enjoy being told I’m loved by a sociopathic Illuminati demon possessed hater who’s tried to kill me. GET A CLUE!!!”

“And you know by all rights she should be extremely popular with men. Just based on her beauty alone. But they don’t look.” says Michael Rockefeller. “Not really.”

“Michael…in our defense…I’m not sure we think like you and Lacey do.” says a Boomer journalist.

Lacey cries.

“But what about me?!? And hamburgers and…” says Lem. He sighs. “Your love for England doesn’t intimidate me. I’m never letting you go. I don’t need you approval. Only God’s.”

“You didn’t screw-up! They’re just laughing. I’m sure in Heaven it’ll be fine. It’s just weird for now.” says a Middle-Eastern man to Lacey.

“That’s my hope in Christ. But…in this ugly world it’s difficult to trust for such a thing.” says Lacey.

“But you have no hope!” says Summertime Sadness.

“I have no hope to be happy?” asks Lacey to clarify.

“Yes!” he says smiling.

“It looks very unlikely.” says Lacey.

“So you’ve been praying for death since your 20’s?” he asks.

Come Together by The Beatles plays.

Here come old flat top
He come grooving up slowly
He got joo joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoe shine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca-Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

Come together, right now, over me

“Cue the Sackler fortune!!!” says Lacey dancing mockingly.

They threaten her by saying they’ll drug and molest a child.

“If you keep torturing kids I’ll destroy the banking system? Or what? Something worse? The world?” says Michael to the Illuminati.

Sleep walk by John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band plays.

“Okay! So…why can’t God bring you a husband?” asks Summertime Sadness.

“I don’t know. Kids have died of cancer too.” says Lacey. “It’s evil.”

“Michael, would you really have walked up to her and grabbed her?” asks a Boomer.

“At 60 something? In the Met?” he asks.

“Yes!” says the Boomer.

The Man I Love by Billie Holiday plays.

Lem smiles. He’s Lacey’s ideal.

“Yes! She was my ideal.” he says. “I’d not have grabbed her. I’d have claimed her as mine for as long as I could manage to keep living.”

“Would that have scared her?” says a woman.

“No! Not me. It would have been instant love.” says Michael.

“Like overnight or instantly?” asks the woman.

Michael smiles. “Instantly!”

“How would you have known?” asks the woman.

Slow Down Love by Louis The Child plays.

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“Her behind. Her shoulders. Her everything. Would have fascinated me.” says Michael. “And I would have known. Not just because I wanted her so badly.” He smiles. “No! Because I’m a very sensitive person. And people wonder if they’ve lived a whole lifetime together for a reason. Not necessarily reincarnation… But whatever it is…it’s real.”

“So! Should reincarnation be true…as unlikely as that is in Christianity…would you and Michael be willing to do this again for the British Empire?” asks a Boomer.

“Live two miserable lives?” asks Lacey. “Mine worse? While he watches defenseless other than for Heavenly intervention?”

“Yeah.” says the Boomer.

“No! Not now. It doesn’t make sense now.” says Lacey.

Satan is scared.

“What I worry about is that you really were just meant for Michael and Lem.” says a Boomer actress to Lacey.

Video Games by Lana Del Rey plays.

“No!! God wouldn’t create a world where a beautiful woman who’s beautiful beyond reason wouldn’t be loved.” says a Boomer.

“No! It’s a fallen world.” says Lacey. “It’s not that simple.

Come Around by M.I.A. plays.

“Can you imagine? Watching her dance? All these years.” says Michael. “Dead.”

“Where?” asks The Loudest Perfume Hater.

He smiles. “Alone at night in the dark in her living-room. She’s clothed. But…that’s not a concern.”

Lacey is thrilled to be still feeling young enough to dance after living a full day. At age 37. So alone at night she dances. Headphones on. In the dark of night. And watching her on the sofa in front of her is Michael. Only she doesn’t know it yet.

“Time for bed.” says Lem. “Just Lacey and me.”

—

Lacey may be with Lem for eternity but that doesn’t mean Michael and Louis aren’t still involved in the situation at large. It’s possible they can’t change that.

Nice Boys by TEMPOREX plays.

This morning Jack saw Lacey for the first time. He’s never actually seen her before. Perhaps he’s just relied on his sense of who she is. And his older brother’s explanation of her.

He looked at her and it was as if he was grieving a horrendous death. At once a strange look of recognition swept across his face. Not that he knows her. But she looks like a familiar person. …She looked like she was perfect for his brother, Joe. Although he didn’t say that. He just controlled himself to keep from shaking in tears.

Was it Joe’s death all over again?

“Yes! And she looked so nice. So genuinely nice.” says JFK.

“How does he feel about her being with Lem? It enrages him in a new way. How does he feel about her being with Michael? He thinks Michael is a Rockefeller. …How does he feel about her being with Louis? It makes him want to start a second Civil War.” says Frank. “He’s too angry at Louis to show anger.” He thinks. “Harold Loeb just scares him…on some deep, core level. Scott also makes him weep in terror.”

Nobody by Mitski plays.

“Why does Harold Loeb scare him so much?” asks a Millennial woman.

“It makes me feel like we had no business living in Boston. We should have just taken-up farming in Missouri.” says JFK. “I’m not kidding!”

“Why?” asks a Millennial woman.

“Because he’s perfect. He’s not as smug as Hemingway says. But he is an aristocrat.” says JFK.

“A real aristocratic?” asks Lacey.

“He’s-Yes! Harold has an air of a real American aristocrat. It’s not because he’s Jewish.” says JFK.

“Jack, why is that so scary?” asks the Millennial woman.

“Because I see all of our familial shortcomings at once just analyzing the possibility of Harold Loeb taking Joe’s soulmate…forever.“ says JFK.

Nobody by Mitski starts over.

“It’s creepy. …She’s too easy to read.” says Jack. He looks at Lacey again and starts feeling like he’s on a bad drug trip.

“Is it Lem or Joe?” asks the Millennial woman.

“Lem. She reminds me of Lem. …But also Joe. And…I think…I can’t express how weird it actually really is.” says JFK.

“Because she’s a soulmate not just a temporary wife?” asks a young Boomer woman.

“Wait until you see it in Heaven!” says JFK. “It’s far more overwhelming than you might think.”

Sodus by Cemeteries plays.

Later.

“Do you think you were a target of the Illuminati or that my husband targeted you for sadistic purposes?” asks Mrs. Blue of Lacey.

“I don’t know. Most likely your husband targeted me for sadistic purposes.” says Lacey.

Then with condescension, “You’re such a prick!” says Mrs. Blue to Lacey. Mrs. Blue has been in love with the idea that she’s Beth Gallagher for years if Lacey isn’t an Illuminati sacrifice gone wrong.

“How?” asks Lacey.

The They laugh derisively. “Because it’s like…why did you have to find my husband attractive?”

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“Mrs. Blue…you know. Your husband might channel Michael, for real against his will.” says Lacey. “Some proof of that is when F. Scott Fitzgerald possibly warned me about your husband…in 2013. He called your husband evil. He said to stay away from any man who reminded me of him because it could end the world or cause nuclear war or mass destruction. …But I didn’t understand.” Lacey thinks. “I must not have thought your husband looked like him enough to count. Something silly like that. …But…the thing is…why? Maybe he really does channel Micheal or something impersonating Michael?” Lacey thinks. “And anyway…I was drawn spiritually to him for that reason then. Almost helplessly. And it’s…almost like gravity.”

“What don’t you get?!” asks Michael Rockefeller of Mrs. Blue. He seems impatient.

Can You Hear Them Sing? by Cemeteries plays.

Suddenly Stanley Kubrick takes over Lacey’s blog. Temporarily.

Harvey Weinstein smiles.

Mrs. Blue is Dr. Harford’s wife. Mr. Blue is Dr. Harford.

“That wasn’t my best work.” says Kubrick. “I underestimated evil’s power over innocent people when leaders worship evil.”

“And I perpetually underestimate the English.” says F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Especially their innocence…in God’s eyes when they worship Him sincerely.”

“Don’t underestimate God.” says Louis.

Summer Smoke by Cemeteries plays.

Suddenly Mrs. Harford walks in on the sex scene in Eyes Wide Shut. Because she’s actually joined the Illuminati. At the mansion. And at first she sees Michael and Lacey in a private room with the door open. And at first she finds them beautiful and feels jealous. But as she watches, aghast and bourgeois at heart…she also wonders why she feels so compelled to watch. She doesn’t know these people…

But then like ghosts they dissolve. And what’s left is a woman drugged and blindfolded on a table and…her husband. Mr. Harford.

I Will Run From You by Cemeteries plays.

…Where did the other people go? The woman disappeared? No. She’s just unconscious and yet uneasy looking. Blindfolded. And the man has disappeared into her husband?

The man was beautiful and passionate and they were clearly in love. Her husband laughs at the vulnerability of this somewhat petite, very beautiful, sad looking woman. With his buddies. Her confusion and pain is victory to him. It looks scares Mrs. Harford to see her husband and supposed protector act so sociopathically. It scares Mrs. Blue…Mrs. Harford…far too much. She psychologically frays into shreds. Grasps for meaning and logic and something to cling to.

Then she sees the image of Michael and Lacey again in her head. Their love, heat and passion. Something Mrs. Harford has never experienced to that degree with her husband.

And…using her psychic logic from her spiritual coaching…she presumes that her husband…is…Michael. Her original jealousy overcomes her and melds with a new jealousy insisting that her husband is this man…secretly. She finds meaning and comfort in this jealousy. She finds safety too…because then Michael is her husband. Her husband is safe and loving secretly then. Her husband is this blond, loving, courageous…humble…meek genius. …And…the only reason Dr. Harford is being so evil and sadistic and cruel to Lacey….the unconscious woman on the table…is out of loyalty to her.

To Mrs. Blue it’s not that Dr. Harford is insane or possessed. No! He’s…loyal. He’s…just protecting his family…from this…woman.

Ow by Stephan Moccio plays.

In the weeks afterward Mrs. Harford/Mrs. Blue obsesses over who the woman was. She wasn’t her husband’s usual mistress. And…her husband’s usual mistress who she tolerates to keep the peace at home…hates this woman.

“She’s an obsessive freak!” the mistress yells.

Mrs. Blue overhears this comment. Assumes it’s the truth or hopes far too much it is.

“Is she in love with my husband?” Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford asks her husband’s handler.

“Oh! I don’t think it’s such a big deal. She’s just some curious person. It’s none of your concern.” says the man.

“How did this curious person find her way into the meeting?!?” asks Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford, growing noticeably agitated.

“We’re not going to talk about that right now.” he says with sudden deathly darkness and what? Fear? But Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford doesn’t recognize it. She acts dejected and annoyed.

He’s done talking about it.

Chopin plays. A Nocturne.

And over time…Mrs. Blue’s friends conclude that Lacey is…an obviously obsessed bunny boiler. Because she’s showing rage. And to these secretly misogynistic, backward, bourgeois women Lacey’s emotive only registers as genuine and deplorable weakness and insanity.

Only once at a posh wine bar in Napa does a famous, beautiful actress in Gen X wonder aloud…”So…she was drugged?!?”

Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford looks confused in response. Her mind can’t process this piece of the situation.

“Yeah! But I mean…who knows how she got that way!” Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford says. “We aren’t the kind of people who would ever drug someone!”

“Oh my God! You must hate this woman!” says the actress.

Mrs. Blue sighs. “You know…we were rich growing-up but not like we are now. And…my whole experience in the industry has been so eye-opening.”

The actress nods emphatically and empathetically.

“She’s probably just some idiot after our money.” says Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford.

Then the image of Michael and Lacey comes to her mind. She becomes overwhelmed and overwrought. She almost cries.

“Aww! Sweetie! What’s wrong?!” asks the actress.

“I just…I saw a ghost and he was the one making love with her. Not my husband.” says Mrs. Blue hoping to find answers and insight.

The actress nods as if that’s common procedure.

“So he fully manifested.” says Mrs. Harford/Mrs. Blue.

“Yeah, I’ve seen a few manifestations before. They’re so scary at first but you get used to them.” says the actress.

Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford doesn’t question this.

“He was this like blond, Caucasian man. Built!” says Mrs. Blue. “The thing that disturbed me was how in love they were.” She shrugs. Cries. “Like…how many lifetimes ago was my husband this woman’s lover?”

The actress loses interest. Its so cliche to her.

“Maybe your husband is Joe Jr..” says the actress to be kind.

Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford thinks. Blinks. She loves this narrative.

“And she’s just like…Marilyn Monroe reincarnated!” says Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford.

“Yeah! Total bunny boiler.” says the actress thinking she’s being daring. Daring to claim the beloved victim Marilyn Monroe…was just a bunny boiler.

Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford looks at the actress and feels a boost of superiority. Feels a bit of disdain at the thought of this reincarnated woman thinking she can steal her current husband.

“She’s just an idiotic who doesn’t understand how things work on any realm or plane of existence.” says Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford with a huff.

“Just remember: he loves you. You’re the one who he married. And I don’t care what people say, marriage is so much more of an indicator about what men actually think than people ever admit to nowadays.” says the actress.

Love & Hate by Michael Kiwanuka plays.

“Well…we’ll get through it. We’ve been through far worse.” says Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford.

Their waitress arrives to offer dessert.

…”What’s incorrect about that explanation of what actually happened?” asks Stanley Kubrick of Mrs. and Mr. Blue.

“I’m not that much of a gullible soccer mom!” says Mrs. Blue. “I would never enable my husband to be so stupid or evil.”

“Yeah! And let’s be honest…I’m not that sexually desperate.” says Mr. Blue. “I can screw hot women everyday if I want to. I don’t need to drug someone vulnerable.”

“That’s all bullshit.” says Stanley Kubrick matter-of-factly.

Mr. Blue says, “She was…insanely in love with me.”

“You fooled her.” says Stanley Kubrick.

“You conned her into trusting you with her attention in private entirely through your faked persona. She can’t stand who you actually are almost at all.” says F. Scott Fitzgerald. “You’re a lying, unstable, obsessive and evil nerd.”

“Do you specifically try to channel me?” ask Michael Rockefeller.

Tainted Love by Milky Chance plays.

“Let’s step back.” says the actress to Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford.

The song is disturbing. It’s honor of the sewer trash consciences running and ruining the US in many cases. To mock their hopelessly useless and fallen minds without Christ’s redemption through His sacrifice and inevitable resurrection.

“Mrs. Blue…who does that man actually look like? Your husband or someone else?” asks the actress.

She lies to herself first. Then Mrs. Blue says aloud, “He looks like a blond, sweet, naive version of my husband.”

“That’s not Joe Jr. though.” says the actress.

“Mmm. No. I guess not.” she says with sudden cold disregard and disinterest.

“Who does that look like?” asks the actress.

Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford stays off Tik Tok.

Our Love Will Survive by Wild Belle plays dedicated to Mrs. Blue from her Dr. Harford. She shakes her ass and smiles…bearing a striking resemblance to Olive Oil even while she believes confidently that she’s a princess and a queen and far better looking than Marilyn. Just..a unique beauty. She flaps her hands far too much like a bird. She looks like an awkward idiot.

But Mr. Blue loves it. He smiles sincerely. He loves her…despite what he pretends otherwise to sound cool. Even as a malignant narcissist.

The actress laughs at her slightly as she pulls out a photo of Micheal Rockefeller. “Does he look like him?”

Mrs. Blue is overjoyed to receive love from her husband. Loses interest in anything else.

“Let’s make three more children!” he says to Mr. Blue, breathlessly. She’s serious.

“Okay! That’s great! But who is this?” asks the actress of Mrs. Blue.

Mrs. Blue looks at the photo and scratches her head. “I don’t know! I guess?” She couldn’t care less.

“Use that Yale educated brain and think seriously for a moment.” says the actress to Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford.

Mrs. Blue is buzzed on her husband’s love.

“Do those two men look like the same men?” asks the actress.

Mrs. Blue studies the photo in a daze and then looks carelessly at Mr. Blue.

“No! They aren’t the same men.” she says compliantly.

“No!! …I mean…is this man the same man as the ghost you saw manifest?” says the actress.

Just then Michael Rockefeller’s ghost manifests separately from Mr. Blue/Dr. Harford. He stands there and stares at everyone politely and causally. Smiling.

“That’s not a ghost!! My ass!!! That’s a demon she’s manifesting to exonerate her lying, shady, bitch ass!” says the Wobbly clan. “Kill her! That slutty hoe!”

Fool by Fitz and The Tantrums plays.

“No! I’m a ghost!” says Michael Rockefeller. “Or none of the entities you’re talking to are ever ghosts. Or aliens.”

“Okay…so going forward on the hypothesis that that’s a dead man…-“ says the actress slowly.

“That’s a shit hypothesis!!” says Mr. Blue seriously.

“That’s your opinion.” says Lacey calmly and diplomatically in a real attempt to move on in the conversation, so to speak.

He looks visibly repulsed.

Moneygrabber by Fitz and The Tantrums plays.

“You…are…not right!” he says while simultaneously flirting with her.

“I get it! She’s a stubborn-ass-bitch!” says a Biden. “One of those prudes who don’t put out!”

“Yeah! If the price was right!” says Wobbly trying to have a ‘guy moment.’ He’s implying that she is only after money.

“Yeah! Her perfume choices and acceptance of trans women as friends makes me wonder if she‘s just a tranny too!” says a perfume hater. “Or a lesbian.”

“Okay! But do I look like the man in the photo?” asks Michael still standing there patiently.

“No! You don’t!” says Mr. Blue thinking he’s being friendly. “You’re exonerated!” he says trying to fist-bump the ghost. “You’re free! You don’t have to associate with that hideous bitch ever again!” he says grinning.

“Yesh! Such a embarrassing person.” says Mrs. Blue about Lacey. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be such a pretentious snob.” says Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford seriously as a quick apology afterwards.

Michael looks ready to weep.

“Okay!! Yeah! But who is he?!??” asks the actress, exasperated. She points at Michael Rockefeller.

“Yeah. You probably aren’t my husband. If you’re a ghost.” says Mrs. Blue to Michael.

“Dude? Why? She’s an ugly bitch!” says Mr. Blue to Michael.

“No! She’s not. And I manifested to save her life from you.” says Michael in a heated rage. “God may have refused to let you rape her or…something along those lines.”

Mr. Blue looks ready to explode at this ghost.

“Oh my god, honey this is Michael Rockefeller!” says Mrs. Blue absentmindedly as if she’s studying a painting. She holds the book with photos the actress brought as proof.

Mr. Harford/Mr. Blue looks at the book. Then he looks back up at Michael.

“Fuck you, you asshole! I know your kind! You asshole!!!“ Mr. Blue/Dr. Harford says like a redneck from the inner-city. Then he wobbles in his jeans as Millennial men trying to look cool sometimes do.

Mrs. Blue looks chill. Very American-lux-athleisure-assured.

“Okay!! Well!” says Mrs. Blue in a sudden cheer.

Love Again by Dua Lipa plays for the rekindled love of the Batcrew.

“Look! I found a man who looks like this ghost! And he’s alive! So I win!” says Batgirl III pulling a man behind her. She claims they just got married.

“Oh my god! We did win. Didn’t we?” says Mrs. Blue cheerfully. Mindlessly happy.

“Hey guys!” says Elliott Roosevelt humorously manifesting.

Fox News is intellectually, morally and politically excited.

“What is this?!? Ewww!” says Mr. Blue.

“You LOVE ME!!!” Mr. Blue rips into Lacey.

“Oh! It’s fine. I went to Andover and Annapolis. And my mother bought Brooks Brothers when her father sneezed on Thursdays. And my dog Mitsy is currently shitting bricks in my Birkin.” She giggles. “And I wear Gucci lipstick on my eyelashes.” says a woman who feels she’s SO SUPERIOR to Lacey Banks or Lacey anything.

“Thanks! Awww!” says Mrs. Blue.

“I have fourteen houses!!!” says an American billionaire stupidly and slowly eating a single stick of celery.

“Hey! …You guys are cool.” says Mr. Blue seriously like a child or a sappy adult.

“So…if this is Michael Rockefeller…aren’t you guys concerned? At all?!?” the Gen X actress asks the They.

“US?!??” ask Mitsy Louis Gaynore The Dog II’s mummy.

Her husband Anders laughs profusely.

“We don’t have anything to worry about!! Not a thing!” says Anders.

“I can’t stand this bitch! Doesn’t she know who I am?!?!” says Wobbly.

“Calm down, Wobbly! I’m sure she’ll be dead soon!” says Anders. “Calm down, old sport!”

“She’s laughable!” says Mitsy Louise Gaynore The Dog’s mummy.

“Okay! I’ll bite!” says Wobbly. “No! It’s comedy! …Look…how did you manifest your penis in her vagina?” Wobbly asks Michael Rockefeller condescendingly.

“No! It was me.” says Mrs. Blue.

“You never were actually inside of her ever. That’s insane.” says Michael. “Right!? Because your physical penis never was. You’ve never even physically kissed her. Or even touched her.”

“I did it through astral projection and witchcraft.” says Mr. Blue.

“I’m not going to talk about my private sex life with Lacey.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“Or former sex life.” says Lem.

“But I saw him having sex!!!” says Mrs. Blue emphatically.

“That was my spirit!” says Mr. Blue to his wife.

Mrs. Blue looks hurt.

“No!!!” screams Lacey. “It wasn’t necessarily your husband!”

Mrs. Blue/Mrs. Harford looks unimpressed and unchanged. It’s a scary, new concept to her.

“But…in his heart maybe he cheated. And in my heart I thought it was him.” says Lacey. “So in that way it was real. In that sense it was a real affair. But…I’m hopeful it wasn’t him at all.”

The They EXPLODE. In narcissistic rage to impress the poets of the ages.

Bizet plays.

“Why are you so sure it’s meaningless that it’s Michael Rockefeller?” asks the actress.

Night On The Bare Mountain by Mussorgsky plays.

“Because she’s in love with me.” says Mr. Blue/Dr. Harford sincerely.

“It’s true! She’s obsessed with him.” says Mrs. Blue.

“What if she can’t stand him? And if she’d known him better in person she wouldn’t have found him attractive at all?” asks Lem Billings.

“Why aren’t you more intimidated by us?” asks Mitsy Louise Gaynore The Dog II’s mummy of Lacey.

“I’m just not. I’m sorry if I should be.” says Lacey.

“Does Versailles intimidate you?!?” she asks condescendingly in HUGE, embarrassing yet controlled huff.

“Almost.” Lacey answers sincerely. “Maybe slightly.”

“Yes, but every summer there were thousands of acres of land she took casual walks on. In her family.” says Gaynelle. “We were rich.”

“We owned everything as far as the eye could see in several places.” says Toddy.

“That was before the oil.” says Mark.

“No! Then you got the oil and got rich!” says Mrs. Blue sincerely.

“No! We had the oil but…it was an investment.” says Ray Craft.

“There were millions in the family other than just the land and the untapped resources in the 1940’s or 50’s.” says Mark.

“Are you as wealthy as Mark Nesheim?” Anders asks Mrs. Blue.

“Would you have thought I was street trash?” asks Mr. Blue of the Nesheims.

“You are street trash!” says Gaynelle. She nods. “You certainly grew-up that way.”

“No! We don’t have $30 million net.” says Mrs. Blue.

“$30 million isn’t actually that much.” says Lacey.

“So the Illuminati is made up of billionaires and people with a few million or so in the entertainment industries who want to be part of the global elite?” asks perfume designer. “Or less than a few million.”

“It seems so. It seems that few middling millionaires are in. Not even all or most old money these days. Just mostly world leaders, new money, the mouthpieces and abused children.” says Lacey. “Sometimes the new money overlaps with the mouthpieces.”

“Why aren’t we worried about the ghosts?” asks the actress, once more.

Russia laughs.

“Because, silly rabbit! That stuff is hocus pocus nonsense!” says a Putin sarcastically. “We learned that from Rasputin.”

The Philadelphia Orchestra plays Shostakovich’s Jazz Suite No. 1.

And at that Mr. Blue uses witchcraft to try to make a posse against Lacey. That’s his first instinct.

“Dude! You found her attractive. …But…you also found her abrasive. Why? Be honest for once. Please.” says Fox News.

“Because you don’t care!!” he screams at Lacey.

“About what?” asks a dead Egyptian King.

“I can’t make you angry or scared or anything. You’re too calm. But you’re not a psychopath.” he says. “I hate that!! It’s-I’ve worked so hard to be where I am. And you…just don’t care.” He thinks. “Nothing I do is overwhelming to you. I’m NOTHING to you.”

“You’re a star!” says Lacey.

“But that’s not what I want!! I want to be scary to you!!!” says Mr. Blue to Lacey. “I want to not have to resort to witchcraft and the CIA to scare you!!!” he pouts and fumes.

“But…that’s why we thought the whole Michael Rockefeller angle was fascinating.” says the actress.

“Or killing her family and Kennedy’s.” says Mark Nesheim. “The CIA, witchcraft and clever early deaths? Or were we already being attacked and the higher-ups used you?”

“No, not all Freemasons are rich.” says Elliott. “And that’s kind of old-fashioned now anyway.” He anticipates people thinking middling millionaires and old-money could be covered through the Freemason Plan, so to speak.

“Okay…do we care that that ghost was Michael Rockefeller or no?” asks the actress yet again.

“He’s a ghost!” says Mr. Blue. “He can’t do shit!”

“Okay, but what if something goes wrong that makes him angry?” asks the actress.

“He’s a GHOST!” says Mr. Blue. “He can’t drive a car, or write his own sentences or buy a house or anything like that! He’s dead!”

“Well she’s with me now anyway.” says Lem. “She might only be moderately wealthier than she is if she’d literally married me. So you can’t logically say she’s after my money. And we’d have been wealthier because times were better and we both would have been far happier people.”

“But Michael still cares. And should she ever be with me I dare you to call her a gold-digger. I’ll ask God for guidance on how to deal with my rightful and holy rage.” says Michael Rockefeller.

“I never did physically sleep with her.” says Mr. Blue about Lacey.

“But the Illuminati counted it spiritually…because they had to.” says Anders.

Jump Around by House of Pain plays.

“Your heart intent does matter.” says Anders. “Even in paganism. It can…anyway.”

“Remember how I warned about turbulence a few years ago?” asks Lacey. “Hasn’t it gotten worse?” She thinks. “It’s not getting better. I don’t think. It’s going to get far worse? But not in terms death. Just potential death. And…shipping…will be far more difficult. Traveling will be very challenging.” She thinks. “But then how is that not just about actual weather issues?”

“You’re in love with me! And you’re a sloppy, ugly bitch!!! YOU ARE!!!” screams Mr. Blue at Lacey. Abused children’s wails and demons are throttled at her to bring an ounce of validity to his lies.

“So does the perfume community have any real animosity towards Lacey or was it at least mostly conjured and is conjured by Mr. Blue?” asks a perfume hater.

“You partially hated her. But it was tolerable. And not as destructive or isolating.” says Lem.

Love & Hate is played into the depths of the ocean and beyond by Michael Rockefeller to mock the evil in the Illuminati, but specifically Mr. Blue and his Batcrew.

“I did think she was an evil weapon formed against you by Satan.” says a secretly Christian journalist about his reaction to Lacey seeming interest in the actual Mr. Blue in 2016. “I said, ‘No weapon formed against you shall prosper!’”

“I’ve never understood why you thought that.” says Lacey.

“Because he’s married!” screams a Glenn Close.

“But that’s not…-“. Lacey is annoyed. “That’s not necessarily what every mistress is.” She thinks a bit more. “You can’t tell me you think every single person who has a crush on a married person is automatically a weapon formed by Hell?” She grows worried. “He had other mistresses!”

“I approved of them.” says Mrs. Blue.

“Isn’t that rather arbitrary?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah! I mean I found them first.” says Mr. Blue.

“Okay…so then that’s bullshit, if that’s even true.” says Lacey.

“I’m sorry! You aren’t going to like me!” Mr. Blue says to Lacey. Finally realizing he should say that.

“But you brutally attacked me! You are a heinous criminal. And…you…won’t…leave…me…alone.” says Lacey. “I’m either a STUPID sacrifice. And you’re killing the Illuminati slowly… Or you have a pathological fixation with me.”

“Then why aren’t you scared!!??” he asks, exasperated. “My wife is scarred. I’m scarred. You’re in madly love with Lem Billings.”

Jazz Suite No. 1 plays.

“Maybe we don’t and didn’t get scared as easily.” says Joe Jr..

“Or maybe it’s God’s mercy and grace!” says HRH Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother.

“It’s definitely God’s mercy and grace!” says Lacey.

“Umm…quick question: Why did you make her love for you a weapon formed in Hell?” asks a self-labeled seer listening of Mr. Blue. “That’s a very serious accusation.”

“Because my wife felt threatened by it. So did my mistresses. And…I struggle with sex addiction. And I thought it could be a weapon formed by the evil of the rise of Donald Trump.” he says. “Not all leaders. Just him. I’m very much a Democrat.”

“You and your friends thought she was an evil entity for falling in love with you?!? Or that she was controlled by an evil entity?!? Because…she was somehow being manifested through the rise of Donald Trump?!?” asks the self-labeled seer.

“We’re Christians. In some cases. Or former Christians. Yes!” says Mr. Blue.

“Yeah…but Christianity isn’t evil. You are!” says the seer. “Because you chose to be evil. You knew she wasn’t a weapon. You just listened to their accusations and went along with it. …You committed a hate crime. …And honestly…-“. He can’t talk. “I think she would die for love. If not for her kids.” He seethes. “Do you at all understand what you’ve done?”

“It’s a violent crime against a single woman. But it’s been blown-up because she has defended herself and he can’t see or respect that fact.” says a Putin.

“So you thought…she was a demonic sex zombie? Seducing Mr. Blue…to help usher in the Trump Presidency?” asks Summertime Sadness. “So…you’re us…but you perverted our message and concerns into a bunch of Liberal Democrat woke bullshit?”

“I thought Trump was pure evil.” says the man who said it.

“And she was somehow going to control Mr. Blue into submission to Trump?” asks Summertime Sadness. “With astral projection intercourse?”

Jazz Suite No. 1 plays.

“Huh! Do you still think she’s a demonic sex zombie?” ask Summertime Sadness.

“No!” says the man who originally said it. “She’s not like that. …But I think Mrs. and Mr. Blue still think that.”

Ballet Suite No. 1, For Orchestra by Shostakovich plays again.

“I’m a conservative. I don’t get you. I’m sorry. And if she’s Lem or Michael or Louis’s wife why can’t you respect that? Why the obsessive need for disrespect when it comes to her? Do you feel insecure?” says Summertime Sadness. “I mean…get a clue. Okay? If you’re in the Illuminati and you know that entities exist…demomic, ghostly or otherwise why fight that knowledge?” He thinks. “It’s not psychologically normal to be so regressive in your denial of what you understand. You can’t keep playing dumb because you’re scared by what you found out. It’s not going to go away. You can’t undo what you did. God can save you. But you can’t unknow what you know.” He thinks. “You attacked her because you can’t handle what you know or what they make you do. Even if you’re evil too now. And…what you fail to understand is that you’re ruining it now for billions of people.” He thinks. “No…she’s right. You can’t handle power. I’m sorry. But I really don’t think a lot of you can.”

“Why didn’t you just sleep with her if you had the chance?” asks Lord Thirsten Snotgrass of Mr. Blue/Dr. Harford.

“Because she might not have been interested. But more importantly I didn’t want to hurt my wife.” says Mr. Blue/Dr. Harford.

“Then why is your wife Beth Gallagher?!” ask Michael.

“Maybe we were just really trying to kill your wife.” says Wobbly.

“Ritualistic sacrifice?” asks Michael.

“For environmental reasons. Maybe we were trying to solve climate change through witchcraft and she made sense.” says Wobbly.

“Are you being serious or darkly funny?” asks Lacey.

“You’ll never know.” says Wobbly with a smile.

Debussy plays. A violin solo that sounds eerily similar to The Lark Ascending.

“Well…that sacrifice will destroy the world. Should it even be possible.” says Genevra King. “If reincarnation exists Lacey came back to life from Heaven to bring justice on behalf of the British Empire. Her suffering was never going to be equal but she was willing to relate to those who had hatred in their hearts. From her enormous wealth. It was astronomical. And…she truly wanted to make Heaven happier for them. And it was a grave task but she bravely did it.” Genevra thinks. “The thing is…it went way too far. Because if reincarnation is in Christianity but unseen we don’t know what God knows. And people have real free-will. And the people who wanted her to be able to relate no longer feel the same way. Or it’s triggering for them. Because they relate far too well to the point where they worry she’s going too far.” Genevra laughs with Lacey. “Except even if it’s not reincarnation unseen in the Bible the English still sense that she’s the sort of person who would do that on behalf of England and the British people in general.”

“To prove that they weren’t evil?” asks a black woman jokingly.

“No!! And yes.” says Lacey. “I think the idea is that evil is evil and even if you mean well…you’re still responsible.” she says. “And maybe I wanted to alleviate some of their suffering. So I volunteered.”

“And they appreciated it until recently?” asks a Chinese woman.

“Yes! And if I’m this woman I bet Putin is a Tsar. Literally.” says Lacey. “He might have felt similarly about his duties.”

“To Russia?” asks a Russian woman.

“Of course!” says Lacey. “BUT let’s preface this as only possible if it’s genuinely in Christianity.” She thinks. “Otherwise it’s just a possible analogy. Not fact.”

“What if you did lose Micheal or Lem?” to World War I?” asks the Chinese woman.

“Michael was like god in my mind. He looked a lot like Desmond Guinness. Or Lem was.” says Lacey. “I probably idolized him too much at times. Or I almost did. And maybe I didn’t think he’d ever die or I assumed he was always good.”

“So you would have overlooked his evil?” asks Genevra.

“That’s the thought.” says Lacey. “But he was a close to perfect man outside of his colonial dealings, possibly.”

“So the idea was to do this life as a good will gesture.” says a man who was a Crane. “Was my character at all like this man?” he asks.

“Niles would have been. Yes! But a man a bit more rugged than Niles and taller.” says Lacey. “Or I’m inventing an analogy.”

“They’re fascinating men!” says Genevra. “The main point is that she was here to do good. And the world has changed for the worse. Should it even be possible in Christianity. And if it’s not possible in Christianity don’t worry about it until Heaven. Or rather, only expect to know for certain in Heaven when you can ask God directly, regardless.”

Jazz Suite No. 2 plays.

“Yes! Lacey is a lot like Daphne.” says Anders. “More reticent. Cerebral. Maybe kinder and more sensitive. But…they’re similar.”

“She’s probably prettier too.” says an actress.

“But that actress was pretty.” says Lacey.

“And…Niles was not Michael Rockefeller.” says an actor.

“So Lem and Michael are worried right now.” says a man. “And yet…I think of Helena Bonham Carter in her roles or Daphne and…they might be able to accidentally land themselves in your situation.”

“Oops! …And she’s found the Illuminati!” says Michael watching from Heaven. “One can hear Niles saying that in his head about Daphne.”

“But she doesn’t know. Did you try to kill Daphne to ease climate change or did you try to kill Daphne to ease Mrs. Blue’s suffering?” says Lem. He cries over Lacey’s good heart.

“We need to know, would the people in the colonies be happy or unhappy us?” asks a woman in the Illuminati.

“It’s all speculation within Christianity, but hypothetically speaking they’d be very upset.” says Harold Loeb.

“Time to go watch Fraiser!” says Lacey.

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