We Salute Jacob Seed’s Flaccid Flag

i just realized I have too much power

lana, the first // lana. christ in heaven what they did to you. the fact they could make you believe all that nonsense, make you forget yourself so hard. forget your own name? how, lana? what did he say to you? what kind of fucking dirtbag blood ritual could make you think your name was “faith”? doesn’t matter how, i guess. he told you you were special, but in the end he threw your body in here to disintegrate in the boiling muck, like a common angel.  

selena, the second //  you’re not the first one, selena. you’re not the first woman he’s used up and thrown away. for years I’d been hearing this faith seed was tall as her brother, with black hair.  couldn’t miss her. and then I saw you in one of their trucks last week, yellow hair in the breeze, and heard them calling you faith. he thinks he can just SWAP YOU OUT.  like you don’t got a brain of your own. god knows who you are, and so do you. selena, i love you.don’t lose yourself to this.

rachel, the last // rachel, i’m sorry but being called faith is cheesy at best and spooky at worst. can we just meet and talk (on MY TURF)? i’m tired of this 19th-century-ass writing shit. i know joseph is reading these too. look, if you’re so sure about all this like you say, you should be able to handle a simple conversation with a friend. if you don’t show up you know what i’ll think of the situation. tracey.