Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 493 & Part 494

Today is Friday, the 11th of September 2026.

Paradise is a ghost town in Queensland, Australia, now inundated by Lake Paradise, Twenty-Five the tawny owl sighed.

Are you thinking about paradise?, asked the assistance dog. And if so, why?

We have heard a song called Gangsta's Paradise, the twenty-seven hacker cats whispered with a mischievous grin.

Shhhhh, the owl shushed them. Too many cities and places, too many songs. Too many combinations of both.

After War and Stone we are ignoring Paradise, now?, asked the guide dogs.

It is like it is, Twenty-Five said vaguely. And Jorge Luis Borges said, 'I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.'

And eleven hippopotamuses joined the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, 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 Baby"

Yeah, Bromford, baby
Alright
Uh-huh
Oh yeah, Bromford, baby
Alright


Oh, we're in Bromford, baby, we're shakin' and lazy
We're ridin' up in the clouds tonight
And we dive to the bottom of the ocean
I wear a yellow submarine that rolls us deep into the night
Oh, I'm sick in the head, I haven't been to bed
'Cause that little kid came and took me away
Oh, she got them honey bones and she's meltin' me down
As she moves across the floor, my heart falls heavy to the ground, baby


They only believе me when I'm tellin' liеs
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes
Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-uh)
They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright)
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright)
Yeah, their Friday eyes

Yeah, we hit the beach with a cool carton of cold ones
And we're rollin' with our friend Mary Jane
I look over and I see it groovin'
To the tunes as you lower your shades
I love the way you move, my little gun-slingin' girl
I love the way you're proper funkin' on my world
I see the palm trees swayin' back and forth
I got that lovesick thing rollin' 'round my brain, baby


They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes
Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-huh)
They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright)
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright)
Yeah, their Friday eyes

They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes
Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-huh)
They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright)
When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Bromford, baby)
They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright)
Yeah, their Friday eyes

Nights!

"Oh, Bromford"

Oh, me
Oh, my
In your arms I'm not alone
We all need family walkin' around Bromford

Some folks, they get nervous when they hear of a change
Some people, they put their faith in Jesus
Some girls make big mistakes
and fall for boys that dream
But that ain't so obscene to me

Oh, me
Oh, my
In your arms I'm not alone
We all need family walkin' around Bromford

This lane, it lets everyone in
so take your place
my well's full of wishes that I can't keep
you caught me thinking
that you would still love me
imagine how we'd sing, oh the sound

Oh, my
Oh, my
in your arms I'm not alone
we all need family walkin' around Bromford

Sloppiness !!! … Part 2

 
The blog is barely a week old, and Bromford Bibble is already starting to slack off - simply skipping a whole day, letting an entire Saturday pass without blogging. Maybe the world will end on a Sunday after all, following a Saturday where it had to live without intelligent posts from Bromford Bibble?

But as it seems, I’m still blogging under the complete exclusion of the world public for my own purely private amusement, so nobody will care that I haven't shown any sign of life for an entire day. The internet is and remains the most public place in the world - the largest community in the world - which, at the same time, totally lonelinesses and isolates its members. Someone should write a scientific paper about it.

Note to self: End the experiment with the fish; instead, view the internet as a goldfish bowl and write a doctoral thesis on it. Yes, I think that's the best idea I've had in years. That, and my plans for world domination.

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 6th of September 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 491 & Part 492

 

Today is Thursday, the 3rd of September 2026.

A circle of stones on the head of the hill.
Tonight is when it will be.

Is that the beginning of an African saying? asked the poodles.

Not that I knew, answered the tawny owl. Why are you asking?

Because of our latest guests, answered the poodles , the great grey ones over there.

Elefants? asked all twenty-five normal cats.

Rhinoceros, said three rhinoceros.

Nice to meet you, African cousins, whispered the six unicorns.

Elegance runs in the family, bellowed the rhinos.

And what about the circle of stones on the head of the hill and tonight? asked one of the leopards.

We will never know, sighed Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, but Jim Morrison said, 'If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.'

The Doors of Perception, twenty-six deer nodded knowingly.

And three rhinoceros joined the twenty-six deer the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, 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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"Last Train From Bromford"

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Last train from Bromford
See how the platform is heaving

Who's on that train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
Who's on that train from Bromford?
All of humanity fleeing

I heard God himself
Was on the last train from Bromford
From Bromford
God himself was on the last train
Frightened by all he was seeing

There's a last train from Bromford
Bromford
Bromford
There's a last train from Bromford
All of humanity grieving

"Saint Bromford"

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome
Saint Bromford
With your body in different places
You truly are without a home

Breathe for me
Breathe for me
Breathe for me now
I said reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me
Reach for me now
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we saw the decay
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Dream for me
Would you dream for me
Dream for
Dream for me now
Oh would you steal for me
Would you steal for me
Everything's turned upside down
There's beauty in silence
There's beauty inside of the pain
Inside the pain
So without a home
You go on, on, on
On your way

We saw too much violence
And we lost a decade
I looked for some guidance
Yesterday
Her beauty's in silence
And the truths in her face
I looked for her guidance
Yesterday
Ten times a day

Her fingers are in Ávila‎
Her jawbone is in Rome