{Happy Days} / [A Tie That Binds]

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I SAID I LOVE YOU!

I AMBER HEARD YOU

—YEAH, WELL, YOU COURTNEY LOVED HIM!

No guilt trips.

Brooklyn, I don't give a shit about you blond bitches

Ya'll is crooked as fuck

Fast walking trying to pass me

That's alright;

I can write A whole album in 45 minutes

So pay attention

I should be booking shows

I'm stuck at the stove

With no furniture

No money to blow

Blowing bubbles in the tub

Wondering how the fuck I'm supposed to run

With no protein

I'm so hungry

Carbohydrates can't harm nobody

Less you're a wanna be

All my demons skinny as can be

And still eating

Still scrolling on social media like

“Fuck it “

I don't owe nobody nothing

I don't want nobody, actually

All of these guys find me ugly

Just wait till it's me on the Tv

I'll have them all

Take me to the future again

I been in this bed for six days

Just going blank slate

[Slate Your Name, Please]

A monocle, A synagogue, a musical, and a monologue

Let's log it all on the podcast and make it a montage,

Shall we, or shall we not?

SAGAL:

CUT.

I'm not that dead, man

I been praying for him and his family

Can't get her name out of my head, that one

These are oceans, planets and oceans

I can write a whole album In 45 minutes

Might need a jacket

I die when the wind blows

If it gets colder

I fit the mold, huh?

I'm not worried about a snowman

Till it gets frozen

Bring the hoes in

Dirty dozen donuts

Something says “you were chosen”

Another stroller

I don't even want to go there

My life is over

I got your number

I never ever want to grow here on my

Nowhere

I'm sober

I'm so bare

I'm so Bearr [censored]

I never wanted the impossible thought form

I never wanted to forgot where I come from

I never won an award for nothing

I don't want no man

I don't want no friends

I don't want it no more

It's a war here

I'm no racist, promise

I'm just informing ya

Compromises and honor rolls

Sometimes you take two doses

Sometimes you're a bulldozier

And hozier don't know shit

Satan can't do shit but sit there

Cause

Ain't nobody in that body

Just the lack of where

I am is

I am is

I don't really need nobody

Cause soon as I got him

He gon want some body

That's not me

That's the problem

Another oracle

Another blonde with no

Nothing between the thighs,

I shot him right between the eyes

I been crying and trying days and nights

To be right there

Be right there

He really like a nightmare

Yeah.

He really like a nightmare

Yeah.

He really like a nightmare

A whole frightening ass—

Lights up,

Curtains open quiet on stage

Hold backstage

Quick change

I just want to walk into buffalo exchange like

Here, take this;

I'll take 5 orders or your best chicken,

And just wait for this literal genius to be like

“Uh—we don't have chicken here”

Sorry,

I just assumed with buffalo

Walked in with nothing,

No clothes

Just a really old guy holding my hand like

“I'll buy this”

Thanks, gramps

That's my man

Thanks lion,

That's my Maine.

Now, what's my name?

Manhattan.

Why all the white supremacists mad?

They're just like that

I spin backwards trying to die

Cause I can't catch a white man

That's big ass fish

I just got my dick stroked, you know

This one and that one, he says

Swerve,

I'm all in my mainstream

All in my

I can't take it

I just had a big ass stroke, you know

I been smelling cornbread—

Nope,

That's the oven

I love it

Here's my language:

Jesus, save us

There she is—

Another television envious of sentientness

You know

This is the sweetness of success

Without the sweat in it

I put a letter out in public to Letterman and Conan

Before of course I realized,

I just might be writing to dead men

And that's what death is

Debt

That's what death is

When Johnny Depp is your best friend

And everything and everyone else is indifferent

And the dishes have just been

Like that

In the sink,

Like the rest of the trinkets

Now let that sink in

Or synchronize in synchronized

Fuck it

(I'll keep drinking/

Thinking)

I'll never be a

Never be a

Whatever this bitch is

I never loved him

Never loved him

Never loved another's husband

Never remembered anyway, what the password was

When the last world ended

My eyes got brown as my skin is

I miss him

Dinner and wine, then I kissed him

In a different dimension

Now it's just

Not worth mentioning

It's so funny. I don't want Nothing no more

Not a dog

Not a baby

That's a death wish

I don't want a friend in the world

Besides my best friend

I only talk to my mother over

Divorce papers and turntables

I been battling Satan

I'm just the saddest thing that ever happened

(Finally, a hook in this bitch)

I'm just the saddest thing that ever happened

Next to

Johnny Carson, that is, you know

Leno,

Subliminal messages

And infinite women

I'm just the saddest thing that ever happened

Since Patrick the predecessor

This is just a precursor to Esha

The successor

The success story starts

When starr's shaman curse is over

Where will I ever find a four leaf clover

Or a lover in Manhattan or new York at all, mom?!?

I must be a dead man walking

I'm the saddest thing that ever happened

I got my name on the dollar bill

Now the face of the phases is coming

The worst thing that ever happened

A dead man walking

Green means go

The whole world is color coded

My heart is swollen

And I just want to go home

My throne is

Not my apartment

With the darkness sets in

Regrets starts sending me electromagnetic messages

I could honest to God

Not give a fuck

If a bus or a truck

Just hit me

It's been a year and some months in this city

And I have a whole studio

But my humor loud is still shitty

I love this city

But miss decency

These immigrants just don't know how to act

Too many levels and synchronicities to this thing

Too many levels of infinite television figures

Way too many people giving me attention

Way too many

Dollar signs on mattresses,

Too many mad maxes and mad hatters

Too many beautiful black man ‘s with manners

I just wonder why I can't find them attractive

Satan holds the door open

The world war's starting

I don't want no problems,

I just blow bubbles, dory, like

It was horrible,

Touching the face of the sun

And then Vanishing like that

It's impossible,

Now I've got piglets and players

And nice hats

With sliced cabbage

If I back track

To mice and men

My sandwhich is just as

Tight as ever,

Last I checked

Lesson learned,

I said

Don't touch that

But I pressed the easy button

Twice since lunch

Fuck

I might have fucked up somewhere

Getting drunk with the undercover

Who doesn't know nothing according

To the blowjobs i showed him

No man

And no friends

No dog

And no kids

No sodom and gamora

With long hair

I'm the whore of babylon, underling

Do you know this?

Do you notice me?

Coming over with no hair

In the clear

As if

I would still feel the same

Like next year

I can't hear it

It's encouragement

Take a long dive

Off a short pier!

It's the wrong hearing

I got no charges out on the open

I just won't be starting fires under

Bridges

As long as there's water running

Which I should be,

But life's not funny

And something haunting me,

I got problems with God

Probably a prophet, apostle or something

With black skin and a hanging stomach

I never ever had love again?

That does it

I'm over this whole world,

Fuck it

I want another husband

Who doesn't have occulars at all, then

Dead man walkin

I'm dead man walking

I'm so sick of talking

And motorcycles and hotrods stalking my apartment

But nothing I do or say quite matters

Like the latest cake album

Cause fame does fuck up the Love game

And the other ones

That's the whole world, now

Nothing but monopoly to dumb Gods

I'm just sucking my thumb, nodding like

Fuck my heart is open

I want to throw up, and this whole ass

Borough smells like vomit

And dog piss!

I just want to be be as tall or as small as hot is,

But this plot shit

Is getting thinner

Like I should be but it's getting closer to dinner

And this ugly ex husband

Keeps costing me money

It's fucked up

But I don't want nothing but

Some fucking vanilla Hagen das!

I want a dog,

But money is a fuckin problem,

All I know is

The more I want something

The farher away it is all from coming

I need alcohol in my stomach

And my hearts erupting with love, or something

I should probably pick up a Book of Mormon before Sunday

Cause my God ain't moving me

Up from this apartment

You started it

I planted the seed,

Then they put water on it

Gues I'm growing

Up

Everything sucks

Especially my birthday

But the worst day

Was earth day

I'm famous

But my net worth

And network

Ain't working

I am way way higher than the fourth floor

I'm in 4 4 time

In the forth world

Wake up,

It's the fourth world war

Wake up

It's the fourth world war

Wherefore art thou iPhones ?

I don't want them at my shows

Turn them off

They're turning your mind

Psycho

Psychosis is this

I got flows

I slept four hours

Been up more

Guess what

That means

Time froze

I'm exposing this guy like

Fandoms

We worshiping icons

And idols

Lifeless models

And guy drones

I send cyclones

My way

My eyes light up

I don't like hoes

I take midol

All night

Just to fight bros

I get drunk

I'm live at 9

Alright tho

Alright

I'm up all night

I spilled my blood

Like a tampon

Now I'm on

Icon

Todrick

That's hot

Alright

I put my sweat and tears in it

Cause I ain't hearing shit

If it's just mustache, man

No beard in it?

That's weird

I'm still here

Waiting for

Cher to appear

Like

“Fuck. Did I miss it?”

I must be Sonny

Or somebody

Cause I'm dead

Oops

Apple tree

Johnny

Come after me

Johnny come lately

Or something was up

With the other dimensions

This suit is is interesting

I got a Ron burgundy one

I got records for days in my

Daisy

I got

Niggas on niggas on niggas

And witches on sticks

No brooms

They on zoom calls

In messy ass rooms

Fuck that

How can I be your only fan

If you don't need a man

And the price goes up

When I get what I wanted

I take screenshots

And then I move on

Pornhub is still free hun

Fucking—dumb bitch

You're dumbo;

Remember me?

No I meant

Brooklyn!

Just keeping the peace

I'm Christopher Columbus

But Columbine on columbians

I like a genocide

Once or twice every

Generation

Reprogram the Asians

To be human again

Someone save them

Reprogram the masses

To react to

Something other than

Reactions

I should redact this

All of a sudden, I'm sick to my stomach

I've been stuck for days like this

Stuck, and just suffering

Death wishes, all in these documents

Death wishes

Death wishes—

Things that I've written, but shouldn't have

I'm losing you, aren't I?

I'm losing myself, really,

I might die from this

It is a crime to write this

I dot my is any cross my t'a

Grit my teeth and fingers

That my tribe doesn't find this

It is ridiculous,

It's ridiculous; these documents

Death wishes, telepaths

And televisions

What's the difference in

This,

And the encryption of it

I can't reach out;

I know better than even to look

I just can't ask….

You're just a page upon my book

I was never the one

To test the task at hand

The safest bet

I'll just stay here

With a pillow under my head

So near the latest terrorist attack

Likeness is what it attracts

So I can't look back in bed

On back to back

How bad we bled

Or often we bled out

What's happened?

A head in the clouds

And i can't think straight

It's a canon camera

A keystone cast,

A comic drama

A cosmic someone

Who just went backwards

. . .

Breaking down the walls

It's always Lennon who hold the candle

On walks with God, on the other side

Of the art of death

A long lost lover

I never thought of

Or just can't think

To hold together

When it never rains in ever land

December's where I left her

Hold my hand

Or love me harder

Don't look twice

Or once more after

Never close the door

The chapter coming next

Is love and laughter in never happened

Can a happenstance look after

A restless toddler

Another walk with God,

John holds the candle,

Dad holds all the cradle to my heart

And I want nothing but to run

Something something something

Something something this way comes

—the attack on the heart worked

For the sake of the art, it hurts,

And it beats like a drum

Of course it does

Cause

Something something something

Never comes

Sunday's almost over,

Over once it comes

Another lover, someone's husband

Better not to God,

The Judge had hung her verdict on the cross

How are

‘What have yous' and

‘Who does that's for besides

A pungeant conversation starter

Just to cover up the odor

Of cedar smoke and

Dove deodorant,

Pesticides

And raw Hyde dog chews

I thought

“Who are you”

Far too often

Of the cosmos,

But, the color of love hit my lungs

At the tip of my tongue in a shade of

Blue

Who is it?

Sister, sister

Mister brother

Doctor, Doctor

Teacher,

I am you.

(So here's what to do with it)

Call you up to the 212

My heart won't stop thumping

I've had much coffee,

Something, just probably lust is

Welling up in my safe deposit box

All I wanted was just enough evidence

To go to heaven with something to show for all this

Go for broke, or superstardom

Don't you know that all you are is

—stardust?

I sleep with the lights on

Clutching my stones

The false shaman

Haunts me from another time zone

He won't leave me alone

Until I throw myself off a roof

Or in front a train

Trying to drain me of my

Brain and free agency

Free gateway

Read the gallery;

So much flattery happened to have had me at

Fallacies laughing at everyone else

But the flatlined hack

I hate being black when I'm fat

And I've never had flat where my abs are

Or my ass is

Who sang the guitar a short song

I hope imm wrong for the trophy

I'm full grown, but only ¾ cups

Of the measurements I'm sure heaven sent

To picture infinite in

A different integer

(Sure.)

For certain, it was just words

Worth the wordforms to armor with curtains

Just to give earth back her

Metamorphosis

The more I resist, however

The more the world wants in

It sure hurts so it must hurt more

To become what you are but worse

In the wake of a war

When you wake up a heart

That was already broken

I put your mantras on bus stops

And calmly enforced all the karma coming for

The ones who harm me

So what for, besides the war, are you working for

If circles are drawn into Pentecostals

And crosses alter your

Munchausen syndrome

If god wills it to be so, then it will be so;

If God does not, then it must not be.

And so it is, and so I am.

Amen

Make Antigone's monologue into a song

I'm old New York

Sippin soda through a straw

I seen it all,

Technology come up,

Like the sun does

Our side first,

Ahead of the times

I'm old New York

I'm the New York Times

These subway ads are fucking wild.

The wibway is wild in itself

Which is why I guess there's an ad that says

“Don't be someone's subway story,

Which is why, as a writer, I'm like;

No; DO:

Do be my subway story—

And if it's good enough,

You'll be a joke in my comedy routine

Or

If you're even more lucky,

And I find you hilarious,

I might just put you in a song

I will turn my headphones all the way off

To make an audio recording

If you being hilarious—

Read: obnoxious,

Somewhat ghetto, or just slightly off-putting, but like, loud about it.

Someone's acting up and it doesn't make me wanna actually slit my wrists, I'm like

“Yeah!” Do that PLEASE.

Do it LOUDER.

But man, the subway is wild sometimes

Like, the real jungle.

I was on my way to an interview,

And the trains were backed up, it was rush hour, so like, the whole train of people was like rushing, like running for the train—

And this whole group of people coming off the train that were about to leave were like, in the way—

And people were like, running around people, rushing around, it was like total chaos, and this dude in front of me—it was a black dude, he like straight up line backed this dude—luckily not onto the tracks, cause we were all like along that fucking yellow line, between the tracks—

Sorry, for those of you dumb enough to actually live in the city and drive and have never seen the subway—

There's this yellow line that says : do not cross this line, in front of the tracks—

DO NOT CROSS.

It everybody does because, you know

Mass transit

So anyway,

We're all walking this line,

Like running for this train,

And this dude, this subway fucking hero

Sees the doors about to close,

And fucking linebacks this dude, just

HUH, but at the same time moving him safely out of the way

There's a poster I straight up stand by, it

Jon daily must be a fucking beast.

I saw his ad for his show,

That shit start watching me like the Mona Lisa.

I was like,

On God, I walked like 2 more ads,

And still felt like his eyes were following me— never turn around, so I pivot—

I pivot and change directions,

And I go back to look at this poster,

You know,

To make sure it's —

His name is Malakai.

Oh—that's it.

Don't mistake my kindness work weakness.

[ESHA pours nearly an entire bottle of AMSTERDAM coconut vodka down the kitchen sink]

No hard stuff.

That was for me.

not in the house.

It's a townhouse.

It's my townhouse.

I'm not arguing.

Yes you are—there's some red wine in the

[he's already found it, and is pouring himself a glass]

Perfect. Now lastly,

Do you have any pants?

I have pants; I just don't wear them.

Well, wear them.

What. For what.

My daughter has a key and she stops by sometimes without calling.

That sounds awful.

You have two of your own daughters.

Actually, one; Olivia wants to be Oliver.

That's uncomfortable—

Actually, it's awesome. I almost like her more now.

Glad you're taking it well.

That's why the vodka.

The wine should do.

Hey, let me in.

What the fuck do you want?

Tales of A Superstar DJ

My sexual appetite wa insatiable, and yet–I ddn't really want anybody–not that it mattered, as was for the most part, unavailable, entirely, anyway, closing an open heart before it turned into a bleeding wouldn which could not be mended–of course, the cause of my eventual death. Then, I was doing much more than nothing at all, and still being looked after in some way, and all that I wanted anyway, was love–which no man at all seemd to actually have for me. A woman, I had learned, is not much worth but by her body.

Fake smiles, as the live camera rolls

Fake smokes, for the folks at home

From now on, it's all lights and cameras

Too much action, actually

Too many fountains

[A delivery arrives at the warehouse]

VICTOR

What's this?

PATRICK

A pillow top mattress.

VICTOR

It's big.

PATRICK

It better be.

VICTOR

It looks nice:

PATRICK

Let's open it.

he produces a box cutter from his left pocket.

[after opening the box, Patrick, Victor, and Sutton stand around the mattress in a triangular formation.]

SUTTON

This is mad nice.

VICTOR

Nicer than any bed I've ever owned.

PATRICK takes a long draw off of his cigarette

PATRICK

Really? Hm.

[he produces a knife from its holster and tears into the edge of the mattress]

VICTOR

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

SUTTON shrugs.

PATRICK cuts a deep exposure into the center of the mattress, pulling back the layers of foam, creating a pocket in its center.]

PATRICK

Perfect.

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From Wikipedia

Happy Days is an American television sitcomthat aired first-run on the ABC network from January 15, 1974, to July 19, 1984, with a total of 255 half-hour episodes spanning 11 seasons. Created by Garry Marshall, it was one of the most successful series of the 1970s. The series presented an idealized vision of life in the 1950s and early 1960s Midwestern United States, and it starred Ron Howard as Richie Cunningham, Henry Winkler as his friend Fonzie, and Tom Bosley and Marion Ross as Richie's parents, Howard and Marion Cunningham.[1] Although it opened to mixed reviews from critics, Happy Days became successful and popular over time.[2]

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