I do love John, but then I remember things like what he said about Cyn's nose, and he... makes it difficult
What I did know was that John and I weren't as close as we had once been and I desperately wanted that closeness back. My confidence, never great, was hitting a real low. Sifting through old press pictures in an effort to work out why I so seldom felt good about myself, I decided the problem was my nose. I had a strong Roman nose, like my father's, with a pronounced bump in the middle. If it had been small and straight, like my mother's and my brothers', I reasoned, everything would have been different. Of course, some part of me knew this was silly, but I was desperate to blame my troubles on something I could resolve, which would make things better with John. If the problem was my nose, well, I could change it.
John thought I was being ridiculous when I told him I wanted to have cosmetic surgery, but said that I could go ahead. “Don’t come crying to me if they mess it up,” he added.
When the time came for the operation I was convinced I'd get a whole new personality — bubbly, confident and sexy — to go with my new nose, and checked into the London Clinic. Afterward, as I lay there with my nose heavily bandaged, a bunch of red roses arrived with a card that read, "A nose by any other name. Love from John and Julian."
Excerpt from ‘John’ by Cynthia Lennon (2005)
Yoko, although shy herself, picked up my spirits enough to give me the courage to get the hell out, just in time for me to avoid having to live with my ex-wife's new nose. She also had had side-interests, much to the surprise of my pre-liberated male ego.
They got the new nose. And I got my dream woman.
Yoko.
Excerpt from ‘Skywriting by Word of Mouth: The Ballad of John & Yoko’ by John Lennon (1986)
was this meant to be cyn's origin? she was the only worker drone to have yellow lights at this point in time so it couldn't be anyone else. imagine what she was thinking here.
Helen Anderson, A Life in Ten Pictures - John Lennon, (2021)
“Oh, gosh - my old friends. I love this. Here’s Cynthia with the mop. John actually holding a garden tool - John that’s never pulled a weed out in his life, in Auntie’s garden, you know? He’s got that smirk on his face. And little Julian all sweet, sitting on Cyn’s knee with a… jam tart, I think it is. And that’s such a happy photograph of them.”
“They were so thrilled when they found that house. Oh, married bliss, that was. That’s what Cynthia was dreaming of - a beautiful house in the country, where she could eventually go back to her painting, and John would go back to his writing and drawing and everything else, and they wouldn’t need money to live on, because they’d made it in five years with The Beatles, you see? She thought, you know - “This is a five-year phenomenon. And in five years, you know, we’ll have our own life back again.””
Idea as to where Tessa is alive, half cyborg, and forced under the Absolute Solvers control by a chip implanted into her brain.
CHAT IM FUCKING COOKING
sorry for the delay in post recently, artblock as been KICKING my poor ass.