Джон Леннон - Джон Уинстон Оно Леннон
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50s. England. I look in the mirror without looking up, I have myopia, we don’t have our glasses, they disgust me ... I move the mirror closer, the teenager’s face, big nose, forehead, thin lips appear in it ... Eyes, gradually increases, become bigger Faces, there are more mirrors ... and I fall into them .... It’s like to go along a dark empty man who leads to the grinder, which I see there, whatever point in describing, you still won’t understand, better read the Kerol, guys. This is the road of my loneliness, it seems endless, but I feel that somewhere there is a feature behind which me ... no. Then I watch for hours how a pencil in my hand moves on paper, leaves lines, images on it, and no one except me understands and can never understand them ... And now I look at everything and ask myself who I am a psycho ? What if a genius ... "oh, jhn. What are you doing?" You go to school tomorrow? " - this is a aunt, now my paintings fly into a garbage bucket, some kind of red wave rises inside and bursts out -" do not dare - "do not dare - do not dare ! You will still regret that I destroyed the creations of a genius ... genius ... "The next day I stand at the board, the teacher looks at me with horror, he does not understand anything, a minute ago I broadcast like a member of the House of Lords, and now I can not write A simple phrase ... In the sentences I confuse the order of words, in the words I confuse the order of letters, later they will tell me that it is called "dyslexia"-a type of neurosis, among geniuses, by the way, this is the order of things, but so far I stand in sight of everyone, like A complete idiot ... And this, too, I, not looking up, look at the black spinning disk, an absolutely unnecessary guy from the other end of the ocean, sings about me ... about a dark empty street inside and about being at its end ... I somehow immediately understood who I am and what I should do ...- "It's are the beatles!". "I am not even a star, I am higher, a symbol, an image of a collective unconscious, by the way, on the way to these heights, where man has nothing to have nothing more Dyslexia, ha ha, helped me a lot. I easily play with words, sounds, meanings, I am the Messiah of creative madness, but it is not bad for sale, right! ”, But still the main thing in me is not madness, but similar to it is loneliness ... From it it is possible and ... It seems that I got, or rather crawled to the end of my lonely street, I have two holes in the back and one in my shoulder .... I lie on the seat of a police car, puddles are spreading on the floor ... my blood ... very much It hurts ... and very scary ... "Hey, who are you?"- the cool question is asking this kop ... I know who I am ... I would answer if I could ...