Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 421 & Part 422

Today is Monday, the 23rd of February 2026.

What's that smell? asked the seven wolves.

The fifteen pigs brought some relatives to the caravan, said the ninja-cats who had forgotten to hide or be invisible for a few moments.

The are wild boars, said the fifteen pigs.

Wild boars reek very spicy, the wolves said grinning.

Hey, wolves, one of the pigs spoke up very bravely, watch out how you are talking about our great-grand ancestors!

Calm down, kids, said Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl. Stop fighting. And remember Robert Anton Wilson who once said, 'Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen. The majority of them weren’t even mammals.'

Kids? mumbled all the chicks.

And one of the two chicks quietly asked the other, Do you think they are called boars because they are boring?

But the other of the two chicks could not say.

And twenty-three wild boars joined the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford Nights"

I stay high all the time
Just to get by
I climb into the sky
And my eyes, they cry

Bromford nights
Make me feel so happy, I could die
But I try to stay alive

I never wanna get so high
That I can′t come back down to real life
And look you in the eyes and say
"Baby, you're mine"


Fading back and forth
I fly through my mind
I take the way I′ve known
But have I really grown?

Bromford nights
Make me feel so happy, I could die
But I try to stay alive

I never wanna get so high
That I can't come back down to real life
And look you in the eyes and say
"Baby, you're mine"

I never wanna get so high
That I can′t come back down to real life
And look you in the eyes and say
"Baby, oh, baby, you′re mine"

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 "Bromford"

Bromford, she′s from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
But her breasts taste just like breakfast
There's her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She′s an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Bromford
Everything's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind


California presidente
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
Antiseptic, complimentary
There′s her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She′s an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Bromford
Everything′s just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind

Goodnight Sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the pregnancy will show
That she smells nice when you look twice
Who's your boyfriend, Bromford?
And it′s goodnight sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the rejections in her bones

Bromford, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 419 & Part 420

 

Today is Sunday, the 15th of February 2026.

Winter will last another six weeks, at least, said Punxsutawney Phil, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Who is Punkertawy Phil? asked one of the first twenty-five chicks. A famous rock star?

No, you little featherball, said one of the ten more chicks, he is Friedrich Nietzsche.

You are wrong, my very young Padawan, said the owl, Punxsutawney Phil is a groundhog. Friedrich Nietzsche is a German philosopher and he would have said,  Become who you are.

Cool, said one of the two middle chicks, are some groundhogs joining us today?

I am afraid not, Twenty-Five thought.

We have seen a lot of hedges lately, cried the twenty-six crying cats. Maybe tonight is hedge night?

What's a Hedge Knight? one of the six hear-no-evil-monkeys wanted to know.

I have heard about hogs, one of the fourteen caterpillars squeaked, hedgehogs.

The tawny owl wanted to hide his head unter his wings. What were they talking about?

We have seen today's joiners already, the seven ladybugs almost sang. And seeing them always means good luck like seeing ourselves.

Six of the seven wolves grinned wolvish, Only if we'll huff, and we'll puff, and we'll blow their houses in.

Yeah, brothers, the seventh of the seven wolves applauded. We have to be as Big Bad Wolves as big and bad we can.

Who let the wolves join our parade? the thirty cows asked kind of nervous.

And the six giraffes agreed worriedly, Hasn't anybody noticed the skeletons in the streets?

And so fifteen pigs joind the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

Loyalty rests in the heart of a dog
Don't set all your eggs on the back of a frog
You can lick it twice but it won't lick you
And salvating salvation gone so long so

Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And the paw is pressed against the nerve of the sky
You can leave him behind but he won't leave you
And the road to Heaven is true - true blue


Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And his paws are pressed to the spine of the sky
You can leave him twice, but he won't leave you
And the way to Heaven is true - true blue

Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

Loneliness lifts when you open the night
Pilate awaits, as Jesus Christ
Forget him not, won't forget about you
The way to Heaven is blue, boo-hoo

 

Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

 

Loyalty shifts if you carry a load
Ah, don't shit it out in a golden commode
You can kick him twice, it'll erode
Night is a mongrel, believe or explode

 

Say!

 

On the lonely night
On a golden rode
Night is a mongrel
Believe or explode

"Bromford Skeletons"

Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never see the dawn
Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never face the sun

The love goes by and the life runs dry
Pulls the tinsel from her hair
She loses sight in the velvet night
Drops a tin can by the chair

Through all the tiny victories and the big defeats
It's Bromford skeletons that keep her rooted to her seat

Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never read the signs
Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never have the time

The love goes by and the life runs dry
Pulls the tinsel from her hair
She dreams of flight in the velvet night
Throws a tin can in the air

Through all the tiny victories and the big defeats
It's Bromford skeletons that keep her rooted to her seat

Through all the shitty obstacles and all the words so sweet
It's Bromford skeletons that make her stranger when she eats

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford and Guinea Pig …

 

Guinea pigs are the Tribbles of a non-science-fictional world beyond Star Trek. They multiply with an astonishing rate. But look, how cute they are.

»Happy Valentine's Day! « is all an eye-rolling llama can add to the situation.

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Today is Saturday, the 14th of February 2026.
Valentine's Day.