Herbert George "H.G." Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946) was a British author, now best known for his work in the science fiction genre. He was also a prolific writer in many other genres, including contemporary novels, history, politics and social commentary, even writing text books and rules for war games. Together with Jules Verne and Hugo Gernsback, Wells has been referred to as "The Father of Science Fiction".
Wells's earliest specialized training was in biology, and his thinking on ethical matters took place in a specifically and fundamentally Darwinian context. He was also from an early date an outspoken socialist, often (but not always, as the beginning of the First World War) sympathizing with pacifist views. His later works became increasingly political and didactic, and he sometimes indicated on official documents that his profession was that of "Journalist." Many of his novels, particularly those of his middle period (1900–1920), had nothing to do with science fiction. They described lower-middle class life (Kipps; The History of Mr Polly), and this work sometimes led Wells to be touted as a worthy successor to Charles Dickens. Wells also wrote abundantly about the "New Woman" and the Suffragettes (Ann Veronica).
G Wells (dates unknown) was an English professional cricketer.
He was mainly associated with Sussex and he made 15 known appearances in first-class matches from 1814 to 1821.
Coordinates: 51°12′26″N 2°39′07″W / 51.2073°N 2.6519°W / 51.2073; -2.6519
Wells is a cathedral city and civil parish in the Mendip district of Somerset, England, on the southern edge of the Mendip Hills. Although the population recorded in the 2001 census is 10,406, it has had city status since 1205. It is the second smallest English city in terms of area and population after the City of London although, unlike the latter, Wells is not part of a larger metropolitan conurbation, and is consequently described in some sources as being England's smallest city.
The name Wells derives from the three wells dedicated to Saint Andrew, one in the market place and two within the grounds of the Bishop's Palace and cathedral. There was a small Roman settlement around the wells, but its importance grew under the Saxons when King Ine of Wessex founded a minster church in 704, around which the settlement grew. Wells became a trading centre and involved in cloth making before its involvement in both the English Civil War and the Monmouth Rebellion during the 17th century. In the 19th century, transport infrastructure improved with stations on three different railway lines.
"The Man" is a slang phrase that may refer to the government or to some other authority in a position of power. In addition to this derogatory connotation, it may also serve as a term of respect and praise.
The phrase "the Man is keeping me down" is commonly used to describe oppression. The phrase "stick it to the Man" encourages resistance to authority, and essentially means "fight back" or "resist", either openly or via sabotage.
The earliest recorded use[citation needed] of the term "the Man" in the American sense dates back to a letter written by a young Alexander Hamilton in September 1772, when he was 15. In a letter to his father James Hamilton, published in the Royal Dutch-American Gazette, he described the response of the Dutch governor of St. Croix to a hurricane that raked that island on August 31, 1772. "Our General has issued several very salutary and humane regulations and both in his publick and private measures, has shewn himself the Man." [dubious – discuss] In the Southern U.S. states, the phrase came to be applied to any man or any group in a position of authority, or to authority in the abstract. From about the 1950s the phrase was also an underworld code word for police, the warden of a prison or other law enforcement or penal authorities.
Of weak intesity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his hand
Happpy to chain Leave all his things
Get right and heave it
May be taste a few
Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
I'm not a dog
But yes I will
Untell my visions clear I'll not fith here
She said "Jay I'm yours,
I've been screamin for the past 3 days, I'm hoarse! "
She was spinnin like she ain't never seen waves before,
So I gave her a boat, and an oar, and a star to ride,
Safely to the shore.
She said she never believed in Moses and Lore,
Unless I showed her. So I showed her,
Gave it right to her like I owed her,
That's when I changed from Shrek the Ogre into Master Yoda,
She said "Oh I, can't believe it, it's a miracle! "
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a spherical object,
Hovering hi-tech right out the projects,
He can move mountains without flexin his bi-cepts.
He speak a strange dialect,
I start droppin jewelry,
Her eyes went googly, she went home and Google'd me.
MySpace, Friend Requested and YouTubed me.
A hundred thousand views of me,
Buildin me a castle on the backs of wack rappers out here, spittin that foolery.
She logged onto G-Mail, clicked Compose and said,
"I don't do this usually,
Nas said Hip-Hop is dead and what these other niggas spittin is just Eulogy.
You represent the truth in me, true,
Cats is nice but I ain't seen the god since Hova spit that baby blue to me.
Truely yours, don't let me down like Lennon,
The greatest paid they sacrifices in they early beginnins.
P.S. LL Rocked the Bell, now it's yo time,
Your train's runnin off schedule, LOL Showtime.
I hear your name ringin, I feel the game changin,
Niggas know, every rhyme you spit,
Is like Rakim in his flags,
Spittin flames with his chain danglin.
Barack Obama with his dame way out in Maine wranglin.
The game'll swallow you if you ain't strong enough to make it follow you.
I'd pack my bags and head home if I was you."
So salute to the most honorable,
MC, Abombinable,
I walked alone
I never tried to stay in line
I didn't know what I was doing half the time
I didn't know that my life could ever change
I didn't think that anybody felt the same way
And then you came
I said I wanna try it all without regret
I wanna meet the kind of folks I never met
Skipping school and smoking cigarettes
We hadn't even really gotten started yet
Cuckoo
Let's go driving
Cuckoo
Cause there's nowhere to go
Cuckoo
We're in hiding
They're telling our story on the radio
I fell in love with being defiant
In a pick up truck that roared like a lion
When you're with us
You don't have to be quiet no more
People said we'd have to make it on our own
We never thought there'd be another hand to hold
We didn't care, we never did what we were told
They couldn't break us
They could never turn us cold, no
You and me well we were never growing old
I see you now
We talk about
The way it used to be
When we were brave
We misbehaved
Yeah you know what I mean
And you know why
Our battle cry always comes back to me
Cuckoo...
WE ARE DA G-HILL GIRLS
WE WEAR OUR HAIR IN CURLS
WE WEAR OUR DUNGREES
ABOVE OUR SEXY KNEES
WE SO NOT SMOKE OR DRINK
THATS WIT OUR PARENTS THINK
AND WHEN IT COMES TO TOYS
WE'D RATHER FUCK DA BOYS
A BOY CAME UP 2 ME
HE GAVE ME 10 BOB
TOLD ME TO SUCK IS NOB
WE WENT BEHIND A POLE
HE STUCK IT UP MY HOLE...........................