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The Generation of the 90s….

Jeremy Hillary Boob aka Nowhere Man

- Here, lads. Look at this.
- What do you think it is?
- Nothing.
- Looks like nothing.
- It’s a local inhabitant.
- He’s probably one of the nothings.
- At least that’s something.
- Let’s show him our motor.
- Steady on. You don’t want to show your motor to just anybody.
- But this is a nobody.
Medic, pedic, zed oblique, orphic, morphic, dorphic, Greek.
Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.
So little time, so much to know.
- Can you tell us where we’re at?
A true Socratic query, that.
- And who the Billy Shears are you?
Who? Who indeed am l?
- Jeremy?
- Hillary?
- Boob?
- Ph.D.?
- Who?
Eminent physicist, polyglot, classicist, prize-winning botanist, hard biting satirist, talented pianist, good dentist, too.
- Lousy poet.
Critic’s voice, take your choice.
- Must be one of them angry young men.
- Or a daffy old creep.
I, daffy old creep?
- Do you speak English?
Old English, middle, a dialect, pure…
- Well, do you speak English?
You know, I’m not sure.
- He’s so smart, he doesn’t even remember what he knows.
- Why don’t we show him our motor?
- Should we really… show him our motor?
- He may not have seen one before.
Turbo-prop, super-combustible spring.
Metrocyclonic and stereophonic, this motor, I see, has a broken down thing.
- He fixed it.
- He fixed it?
- Great. Let’s go.
I must complete my bust, two novels, finish my blueprints, begin my beguine.
- Must you always talk in rhyme?
If I spoke prose, you’d all find out, I don’t know what I talk about.
Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.
So little time, so much to know.
- Hey, fellas. Look.
The footnotes for my 19th book. This is my standard procedure for doing it. And while I compose it, I’m also reviewing it.
- A boob for all seasons.
- How can he lose?
- Were your notices good?
It’s my policy never to read my reviews.
- There must be a word for what he is.

He’s a real nowhere man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
You don’t know what you’re missing,
Nowhere Man,the world is at your command!

He’s as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Nowhere Man, don’t worry,
Take your time, don’t hurry,
Leave it all till somebody else
lends you a hand!

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere Man please listen,
you don’t know what you’re missing
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command!

He’s a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody!

Macbeth. The Three Witches

First Witch:
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch:
When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.

Third Witch:
That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch:
Where the place?

Second Witch:
Upon the heath.

Third Witch:
There to meet with Macbeth.

First Witch:
I come, Graymalkin!

Second Witch:
Paddock calls.

Third Witch:
Anon.

ALL:
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Merseyside Coat of Arms

The white and blue waves refer to the River Mersey, and the six mural crowns to the six constituent districts. The cormorant or Liver Bird is from the arms of the City of Liverpool

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Just Like That…

I touched the sound of silence…
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence….

Spike’s Last Words….

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I can feel it…. My soul…. It’s really there. It kind of stings….

You Raped Our City

The Armenian government has already destroyed and keeps destroying Yerevan. These people who are interested only in money, rape the city by gradually destroying historical monuments and parks. Little is left from old Yerevan. Guys, you really think you can surprise foreigners by Northern Avenue? You had the chance to surprise them by one of the oldest parts of Yerevan which used to be in the place of today’s NA. But you destroyed that chance. Miserable creatures craving for more and more money. You hardly ever read books but you don’t mind the benefit from literature by raising the price for it. Miserable, miserable creatures….

“They keep their curve building, but we destroy the straight one of ours”

More Popular than Jesus

Once Lennon said: “Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink. I needn’t argue about that; I’m right and I’ll be proved right. We’re more popular than Jesus now; I don’t know which will go first—rock ‘n’ roll or Christianity. Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It’s them twisting it that ruins it for me”.

And now….Facebook – 133,457 people like Jesus and….. am….6,740,839 people like John Lennon; 26,054,840 people like the Beatles.

The guy was damn right, wasn’t he?

 

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