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Medicine man
Would you give me a hand with this
I need some medicine quick
(Cause I can't with this)

Medicine man
Need a can of some laugher
I heard that's the medicine
Medicine man

Medicine man
could you give me a
Hand with this man
It's just damages
I need some aspirin
But imm
I'm better off dead
Than over the counter

It's just damages

Something like that

Rip Minnie ripperton
I knew you were gone
But not that gone
Not gone like that
I just had to know,
Now I'm 9 years old
But I can't do the math
Not at all,
Not at all
I'm so over it, actually
My goals are abandoned
I can't trust the man in the television
I haven't remembered an image this
Disasterous since
It was my family picture
Without me in it!
Damn!

Fuck,
Now I gotta finish this whole maya rudolph timeline this shit just keeps getting deeper and deeper.

Hey. You.

What the fuck, man.

Come here.

No!

Yes, Maya! Yes!

Mm. Vanilla ice cream is sounding

Like

The best.

Just plain, regular—
Just “vanilla”
Just vanilla bean—ice cream.

Uh.

Uh.

Woah

Where the fuck are we
Where the hell are we

Where are we GOING

Woah,
What does the man with the van do

Domino sugar

Kellogg

When you get off the

All the good days are gone
And I've sent you on right back
But I will still love you
I was just thinking of that thing
You never said
But I will still love you

When you get off the ground level
Just for a minute and
Find yourself a revolving door
Only to find
That the world revolves around you
And if all the world's a stage,
Then all the world is full of actors
And all the trains are out of order
And all the walk is out of water
You're just another
Meant to suffer
So you did again
And you did this again
And you did it
On camera
Cause if you asked,
Then they would have said no anyway
And if it was a hall pass
I wouldn't have been as flattered
To have
Never
Even left the apartment
I asked for something new
And what do you know
How does God do,
On the day of the dead
Cause
That's where I went

Every chair costs and thing,
You know
Every couch costs a fortune
And you would have been
On the couch, still
Cause you can't get a job
With the punches he dealt you

Who designed 111 Murray?

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Loyalty,
Respect for the family
Honor to the matriarch,
And understanding of the father,
Whoever you are
Off of it,
For now, at least
A thoughtful subject
Willing to do anything and all
For the sake of the artform
Your hearts and your secrets are
Acknowledged,
I am honorable, trustworthy
And safe, you see

You really think I'd risk your reputation and put the future of my career in jeopardy?

I thought maybe—

Well, do me a favor—don't think at all
But especially of me

[The cream of the crop
Will rise to the top.]

All rise,
All I'm craving on Passover is
Things that rise up, like I oughtta
But I just bought a prescription
Full of omissions and admissions
A ticket to watch the policy reform
Or something,
I'm sure if imm watching closely I could
Probably find
I'm being brought up
And hung over board
Like I ought to be
I'm sorry,
But also bored,
Of him
And myself,
Sure there's a forward in my book for them all
Who wasn't there when I walked across the hall
To the commencement ceremony
Case adjourned or dismissed
As ridiculous as the algorithm its
As easy as it is just for
Forget it all, and move on from this
Polish up my trophies
I don't want a dog
Or no one to love me
Ever again
Honestly

Yo, dude, the truth is
I love music, Jews
And short stories
Whoever wrote em
Poems, and sure—
Your body's disgusting,
But beyond that,
You've had a fascinating personality
And fat ass
Since the very beginning
My friends, lovers and misterssses
All gallivant and rant about you
Give you attention

It's just another dick,
Another lesson
Another flatline, and after that
Was nothing
Where I went back to the dimension
Where I fear the electricity and cooking gas has no
Phantom,
It's actually random how bad it is,
The reverence for television
Another addiction
Or a magic trick
Another rabbit,
It comes and and it passes,
Thank god for that, though
I'd had it with him
Now, back to Patrick—
I like his attitude, actually
“Dammit”
Says Dillon Francis,
I was almost out of it,
Now I'm back in it again
“Yes” I said to him
“But differently”
This time,
I only pay attention to his
Filmography
Instead of his geography, genetics,
Latest releases and his girlfriend
Cause let's face it
I still hate that shady demon
But hey, I made the game up
So o guess you could say
I'm finally playing it

SUNNI BLŪ
Look at my dick!
I'm pitching a tent
Come sit on this!
Attention!
I'll pay you rent!
Let's get dinner!
Are you into this?
I got dentures!
Insurance on bitches
Suicide doors make you
Deathwish
If you do not get on my guest list!
(SYRUP)

Fuck man, I gotta get rid of this thing!

What is it?!

I don't know yet!

I got a hoe-y
Named Zoe
When my wifey ain't home
She come over and know me
Woah
Come over and blow me
Got another named Chloe
Don't know where my home is
Nope!
But I know how a hoe gets
Don't pick up the phone,
That's I no
I got problems
Just get her a Benz, yo
That makes more sense, bro
I'm coming down I got
Benzos all on my adderall
This isn't fun at all
I'm a superstar

I need a trip to the moon and back

For what.

I don't know.
There's something up there.

James cannon is an action hero line none other— and that's because there are so many of them, and yet

I'm James cannon

None of them look the same.

James cannon?

I'm-James Cannon,

Sir!

What is it?

I'm James cannon!

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“How Patty Met Kandi”

A flashback episode,season 1

Veronica Moises is an extremely attractive young starlett, known in entertainment for her sexually aggressive attitude, especially towards men of power–after turning her down, Veronica fires back from being rejected by planting a seed in Katie's mind, suggesting that she ‘the camera man caught us” and urgent her to check the tapes–however, without the audio, as the microphones were off, Catherine mistakes Veronica and Patrick's gestures as infidelity, and after Patrick returns home, Catherine, in a wine-fueled and drunken rage, ejects Patrick from their home, and as he is captured upon the townhome's doorstep, stil scolded by Katherine (Catherine?) *check notes*,

Well, he does call her Katie, right?

Right.

So it must have been Katherina

It was actually Katherina, and was changed to Katherine

But couldn't Katherine have changed, then, to Catherine?

DOES IT MATTER?

YES. She's a very important character, we almost actually can sympathize with this person.

For WHAT? She's listed as an antagonist in the first season.

SECONDARY Antagonist, cause that other lady.

Who, Karen?

Her name isn't Karen, she's just A Karen…

What is her name?

Idk.

And how does Esha go from receptionist–

Secretary.

Whatever. How did this bitch go from working at Starbucks to hosting her own Television series.

Since when did she work at Starbucks?!

I don't know! I haven't written that part, yet!
FUCK
FUCK.
FUCK!
I thought for sure Goldberg would pull us out of this.

Doctor Goldberg! Doctor Goldberg!

WHAT! I'm BUSY.

My Proctor…
What, Ishii?
You must see…

Fuck.
Fuck. If i write this I'm dead.

Take my hand–
Fuck that.

If I don't write this, i'm dead.

FFUCK!

Two F's on that.
It's a sharp fuck

FUCK.

Then what's that?

That's a hard fuck.

What's the difference?

FUCK, man!
*shrugs*
Somethin'.

Episode Summary:

–Patrick's daughter watches in awe from the bottom window of their townhome, though she is supposed to be sleeping, more than likely the cause of his spiral than actually being thrown out of his home–the eyes of his daughter watching he and Katherine

Are we sticking with Katherina, then?

Katherine.

Whatever, yeah.

Alright. Fine.

–argue sets him off into his own drunken rampage, as he rents an opulent suite and for the first time in his life, hires a companion to accompany his drug-fueled backhanded

google , synonyms for revenge….

Requital or Retribution?

I like Requital, but let's see what best suits Patrick's rampage.

This dude is a bleeding heart.
Or half of one, at best.

We like Patrick.
No, we love Patrick.
Everyone does.

Too close for comfort,
And too far to talk
I fed my soul instead of burning my body for once
A luck of the draw,
A call of the cards,
Is the ace of wands
It's Wednesday,
But feels like Sunday

Run, would you, offhand for someone
Not only do I not qualify, but

Alright, I have no alibi.
I lied.

I died that night.

Finally, a truce.

What would you like, Ivy?
Hmm
Buy me a motorcycle.

A motorcycle, really?

Yes, i'd like that.

Really? What kind?

A fast one! like – A kawasaki.

OWW–

Shut up, Frank.

Alright.

WHo the FUCK is FRANK.

Yo, I fucked hobo Johnson in a bathroom stall at some festival in my dream once, and that guy was like an adonis.

You what.

But let's be fair, i've fucked deadmau5 way more times both sleeping and in my waking life, than anybody–and that includes the father of my children.

Explain to me this part.

Which part.

Alright, i'm calling it off.

THe engagement?

No, the stipulations surrounding the engagement.

WHO'S DRIVING THIS?

IT'S IN AUTOPILOT.

Sir, i've lost control.

That's what you think.

PATRICK:

KATIE, WAIT.

KATHERINE:
KATHERINA?
NO, it'S KATHERINE.
PERIOT.

BEFORE:

WHOOPI GOLDBERG
I'm a “mimick

“How Patty Met Kandi”

A flashback episode,season 1

Veronica Moises is an extremely attractive young starlett, known in entertainment for her sexually aggressive attitude, especially towards men of power–after turning her down, Veronica fires back from being rejected by planting a seed in Katie's mind, suggesting that she ‘the camera man caught us” and urgent her to check the tapes–however, without the audio, as the microphones were off, Catherine mistakes Veronica and Patrick's gestures as infidelity, and after Patrick returns home, Catherine, in a wine-fueled and drunken rage, ejects Patrick from their home, and as he is captured upon the townhome's doorstep, stil scolded by Katherine (Catherine?) *check notes*,

Well, he does call her Katie, right?

Right.

So it must have been Katherina

It was actually Katherina, and was changed to Katherine

But couldn't Katherine have changed, then, to Catherine?

DOES IT MATTER?

YES. She's a very important character, we almost actually can sympathize with this person.

For WHAT? She's listed as an antagonist in the first season.

SECONDARY Antagonist, cause that other lady.

Who, Karen?

Her name isn't Karen, she's just A Karen…

What is her name?

Idk.

And how does Esha go from receptionist–

Secretary.

Whatever. How did this bitch go from working at Starbucks to hosting her own Television series.

Since when did she work at Starbucks?!

I don't know! I haven't written that part, yet!
FUCK
FUCK.
FUCK!
I thought for sure Goldberg would pull us out of this.

Doctor Goldberg! Doctor Goldberg!

WHAT! I'm BUSY.

My Proctor…
What, Ishii?
You must see…

Fuck.
Fuck. If i write this I'm dead.

Take my hand–
Fuck that.

If I don't write this, i'm dead.

FFUCK!

Two F's on that.
It's a sharp fuck

FUCK.

Then what's that?

That's a hard fuck.

What's the difference?

FUCK, man!
*shrugs*
Somethin'.

Episode Summary:

–Patrick's daughter watches in awe from the bottom window of their townhome, though she is supposed to be sleeping, more than likely the cause of his spiral than actually being thrown out of his home–the eyes of his daughter watching he and Katherine

Are we sticking with Katherina, then?

Katherine.

Whatever, yeah.

Alright. Fine.

–argue sets him off into his own drunken rampage, as he rents an opulent suite and for the first time in his life, hires a companion to accompany his drug-fueled backhanded

google , synonyms for revenge….

Requital or Retribution?

I like Requital, but let's see what best suits Patrick's rampage.

This dude is a bleeding heart.
Or half of one, at best.

We like Patrick.
No, we love Patrick.
Everyone does.

Too close for comfort,
And too far to talk
I fed my soul instead of burning my body for once
A luck of the draw,
A call of the cards,
Is the ace of wands
It's Wednesday,
But feels like Sunday

Run, would you, offhand for someone
Not only do I not qualify, but

Alright, I have no alibi.
I lied.

I died that night.

Finally, a truce.

What would you like, Ivy?
Hmm
Buy me a motorcycle.

A motorcycle, really?

Yes, i'd like that.

Really? What kind?

A fast one! like – A kawasaki.

OWW–

Shut up, Frank.

Alright.

WHo the FUCK is FRANK.

Yo, I fucked hobo Johnson in a bathroom stall at some festival in my dream once, and that guy was like an adonis.

You what.

But let's be fair, i've fucked deadmau5 way more times both sleeping and in my waking life, than anybody–and that includes the father of my children.

Explain to me this part.

Which part.

Alright, i'm calling it off.

THe engagement?

No, the stipulations surrounding the engagement.

WHO'S DRIVING THIS?

IT'S IN AUTOPILOT.

Sir, i've lost control.

That's what you think.

PATRICK:

KATIE, WAIT.

KATHERINE:
KATHERINA?
NO, it'S KATHERINE.
PERIOT.

BEFORE:

WHOOPI GOLDBERG
I'm a “mimick

The shock put me into immediate overload, which caused me to power down my phone for the night, only reaching for it once sure It was something I had to write about, and certainly it was, as I hollowed out the nearly extinct cantaploupe in the kitchen sink, sure that I was doomed, after once again some satanic force had ended my only income, possessing my short lived employer with its usual antics—lovebombing, then hating me—and worse making me hate myself, so much so that in had retreated into none other than the likes of binge watching 30 Rock, which was at the very least almost a laugh, in the worst of moods, but at least somewhat high enough spirits, that I could cope—until, that is, I noticed, something particularly odd about Conan O'Brien during his cameo appearance—odd, meaning, surprising, at least, that is—as he seemed to stand a full head over Alec Baldwin, who I always thought seemed particularly large… and so, at best, curiosity began to kill the cat—and kill the cat it did.

Google, How Tall Is Conan O'Brien?

GOOGLE
He's 6'4

Oh, wow, that's ridi—

GOOGLE
—and [Redacted] is 6'.

OH.

Fuck.
Oops.

GOOGLE CON'D
I knew you were wondering.

FUCK.
Thanks alot Google.

I had been curious, but wouldn't dare ask, and it had been by complete and total accident that I had gandered at such an atrocity as to what I had already suspected—this [Redacted] person was and had always been, by the hands of God, and exquisitely perfect man.

Perfectly ideal, that is, no less of a comforting gesture, in that the sudden onset and rampant attraction which had flattened the collection of scene and stories written in, for and about [Redacted], into an atrocity of parables and incomprehensible anagrams, analogies, and allegories— no such a world I might belong to at all, for if [Redacted] was at all not the man that I had hoped, certainly also I was not the woman I had hoped in any way at all that there would be sense in any of it; The sunken hole in my stomach where my soul used to rest sunk heavily, a gesture which could only mean to move on, and write something else. Perhaps a scene which had been rolling around in my head for some weeks, so incomplete and with consistent interruption that I worked whether or not it could or should be written—but there it is again.

‘Fuck, now I know he has a huge dick'

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You're a miserable son of a bitch, do you know that?

JIMMY FALLON/THE COSMIC AVENGER
I know that.

The aliases have been captured, and are handcuffed with their arms above their heads, back to back, as to keep them from using their powers to break free.

You're making me nervous.
It's not like I'm going to do anything.

Here, fishy.

Ooh.

Don't bite this. ⚠️

…

You're a shark,
I'm Chum in the water

No fat bitches

I must have scared you off
For certain
A Jack o lantern
A Jack of all trades
A mad hatter
An alchemist
Some
Scientific recollections
On
The theory of genetic attraction
It must be time to find a man

The chaos, destruction, and sadness had yet to turn to music yet but I was due at any moment to vanish without a trace into some realm where even the satanic and horrible masses that I had been tied down to could not find me, beyond that of the trolls in the parking lot adjacent to my window and the world below, I was sure that the motorcycles would bellow as I wallowed in my underwhelming polished apartment, which at least now felt somehow more like home after having to go out of it, and with all on pause as I waited to replace the cards from my wallet, seemingly long lost as I was from any hope that I might see my son again. The sadness refused to turn to music at all and instead welled up into tears in my eyes—it had been so long since I had lost something of importance that I knew something was of and wrong—making the judgement that my ex husband had tried to curse me w

JIMMY FALLON stays late to fish the altar stone from the fountain at the rock—he waits until early morning when no one is watching, however, a janitor, he discovers, has been watching—this janitor, a multidimensional traveler, is from the TVP series, , at which point PATRICK has moved into the brownstone building owned by VIVIAN, and as he lives in the penthouse apartment, we discover Vivian's family and friends, a gifted network of psychics and mediums, have began weaving anplan which will forever alter the twisted cycle in the oracle of the eye; one of these psychics, a mystic, is MAYA RUDOPLH, who, just after JIMMY FALLON has fished the alter stone from the fountain, appears, with the IMPENATRABLE TEN, or rather, the other 9 of them.

MAYA
give us the stone, Jimmy,

AH [explitive]

It's after hours, dude.
Like, fuck it, you can cuss now.
—you can swear.

You know I can't—it's still a conflict of interest,
I'm under contract.

Your oath with us far overrides any bond you have!

You know that.

And you know that I can't give you this alter.

[he stands in the fountain, the pant legs of his suit unrolling unevenly, clenching the alter stone in one hand firmly, balled into a fist]

Is this the cosmic avenger?

No, this is Patrick!

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