Lucy

Our Lady, Our benevolent Goddess, She is the muse that Echoes in every Fuck Boy's mind's eye. In the right state, you can see her dancing gracefully in a naked cascade. Her neon contours partner with the curling clouds, she beams from the infinity of the stars like a Vegas panorama, except there is no end to the spiral, no mortal way to perfectly conceive of her presence.

Fuck Boys look to the stars for her divine inspiration, for if the world is engulfed in a sewage tributary of Jenkem, they know that shit can never fly to the Peak.