{Happy Days} / [A Tie That Binds]

{Happy Days} / [A Tie That Binds] [As Seen On TV] / I _ NY (I Love New York) New Albums Coming Soon Love , -Ū. 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. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū. 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] {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.