Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 11

Today is Thursday, the 31st of May 2018.

And the band played on... and on... and on...

"Peace in Bromford"

We need peace in Bromford

What happened was wrong

We all feel betrayed

But we got to be strong

If the power that be

Let evil go free

You must understand

Don't play into their hand

We need peace in Bromford

Peace in Bromford

Don't need beating and shooting

Don't need burning and looting

Tonight we all pray

That our children are safe

This hurt and frustration

There is a heart realization

But how can we help

If we steal from ourselves

We need peace in Bromford

Peace in Bromford

Stay cool

Don't be a fool

Stay cool

Don't be a fool

Don't be a fool

Dalawampu't-ikawalo ng Mayo Dalawang-libong-labing-walo ...

Today is Monday, the 28th of May 2018.

I wanted to write a funny little story about my new neighbours in the apartment house on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside – especially the one about Amy, the beautiful and interesting and mysterious woman from the 13th floor and her furry companion…

But I am too tired.

It is too hot.

It is too Monday.

And I have already forgotten my joke from Saturday's post…

Keep thinking about it…

And always remember…

Nobody likes clowny dances.

Kaksikymmentäkuusi toukokuussa Kaksi tuhatta kahdeksantoista ...

Today is Saturday, the 26th of May 2018.

I wanted to write a funny little story

about smelly animals, cats, rabbits, pigs,

llamas or something like that. But I am too

tired. It is too hot. And it is too Saturday.

And always remember...

Nobody likes funk-snakes.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 10

Today is Thursday, the 24th of May 2018.

Fallen, fallen, fallen is Bromford the Great...

Sing about it...

"Sweet Bromford"

Take my body, pull it down

Be the words upon my tongue

Oh sweetest queen of harlots

Let me taste your praise

Let me drown in you, let me feast

Let me ride your seven headed beast

Let me strip before you, and step back in your gaze

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

Abomination of hearts and sea

Rain your terror down on me

Untame the blueness in these eyes, I'll be the shadow by your side

Oh goddess of unholy things

Bring me all your beauty brings

Show this wretched, weak apostate where his gods reside

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

I bet your hills remember, your towers ring

All the tunes I used to sing

Let me try them on my lips again

You know I never miss a note

Oh dirty mother of whore and thief

I went away but time is brief

Let me spend all that is left with you

Until I have to float

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

And I know there's a night

At the edge of this light

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Sweet Bromford

I'm coming home

Vingtième mai deux mille dix-huit ...

Today is Sunday, the 20th of May 2018. Pentecost Sunday. And I am wondering is the holy spirit a holy ghost?

My name is Bromford. I am a god. I am the Northern god of Thunder. I am the Northern god of Thunder and Lightning.

My sister broke my hammer the other day. My wonderful wiggling warhammer.

But back to my sister. She is a queen. She is the queen of hell. She is the queen of hell and death. But she is also a queen of elves but I broke up with her. I broke up with her after she destroyed our home planet Ansgar. I broke up with her after she destroyed our home planet Ansgar and my hammer as I might have mentioned before.

So I had to start searching for a new home. I had to start searching for a new home and I had to go to the planet of Nidavellir.

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'What are you writing there, old man?'

The llama is wearing glasses for some dubious reasons and watching me over the frames while lying in its hammock.

'Nothing!'

I keep on typing.

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So I had to go to the planet of Nidavellir with a killer racoon fish disguised as a rabbit to visit Ülf the giant-king of dwarves who promised to forge me a better battle axe than Gimli's, the son's of a member of someone's company to find a dragon's treasure.

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'Remember, old man', the llama says. 'You tend to use long and complicated sentences after you have noticed that you tend to repeating yourself.'

Damn it, I think, the animal's right.

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Ülf is Eitri who is Tyrion, the imp of Kings Landing and Winterfell and the Wall and all around Easteros.

Dragon's treasure? My precious…

But I'll better go now because I feel a huge bolt of lightning rising my gullet like a giant belch…

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The llama has left the hammock and tries to read my screen now.

'Who did you say is Tyrion Lannister?' I ask and close the laptop.

'You are wierd, old man. Really very wierd.'

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 9

Today is Thursday, the 17th of May 2018.
Thursty Thursday.
Thor's Day?
Thunder And Lightning, baby...

"The Sidewalks Of Bromford"

East Side, West Side, all around the town

The tots sang "ring around rosie", "London Bridge is falling down"

Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke

We tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of Bromford

Things have changed since those days, some are up in "G"

Others are a wand'rers but they all feel just like me

They would part with all they've got, could they once more walk

With their best girl and have a twirl on the sidewalks of Bromford

East Side, West Side, all around the town

The tots sang "ring around rosie", "London Bridge is falling down"

Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke

We tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of Bromford

When you hear it you will start waltzing on the streets...

One-Two-Three... One-Two-Three...

Fyftjin maaie Twee tûzen-achttjin ...

Today is Tuesday, the 15th of May 2018.


* Hey, old man. Do you remember
that giant-dwarf from that kangaroo
story you stole from Marc-Uwe Kling
the other day?

- Hey, rotten animal. When did you

start calling me an old man?

* That's not the point, old dude. Do
you remember Ülf?

- Who the frick is Ülf, hairy animal?

* Try to concentrate, old man. Ülf is
that giant-dwarf from that fictional
series of fantasy novels about the
wandering whore the kangoroo is
reading in one of the Marc-Uwe Kling
stories.

- The one I have stolen from him,

animal? Right, animal?

* Well, yes.

- No, I don't remember. What do you

want from me, lame llama?

* I have seen that giant-dwarf on the
big movie screen the other day. He
called himself Eitri in the Avengers
movie Infinity War. And he was
Tyrion Lannister from Game of
Thrones. Do you know Peter
Dinklage? And did you know that
Dinklage is a small town in Lowery
Saxony in the North of Germany?

- I really don't know what you are

talking about, annoying animal. And I

am wondering whether a furry animal

like you has to pay the full entry price

to the cinema or not.

* Oh, sorry, old man. I just wanted to
start a conversation here. But if you
are not ready or interested I will just
go outside and eat the vine tendrils ,
on your roof terrace. Have a life, old
man, as long as it may last…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 8

Today is Thursday, the 10th of May 2018. It's Father's Day. And something else I don't want to comment. Or do I? Maybe an astronaut flew to the skies some two-thousand years ago. But let's go back to this Father's Day thing. Is Father's Day an international holiday? Or is it a Klingon thing? I am tired and confused, not unusual these days...

And now for something completely different...

"Conspiratory Visions Of Bromford"

Sorrow is back in your eyes

Pulling us to the depth

We could have lasted like planets

But your weight dragged us both to our death

They've been sober around you

And I truly believed it'll suffice

But you're an addict for torture

And the sorrow is back in your eyes

The minor sonatas of Beethoven

Roll through your hips

But the words you are aching to sing

Are glued to your lips

They've been burning the wrongly accused

While you silently dance

But your beauty was such

That they all gladly stood in line for the chance

The amber around you

Has stiffened your thought and your limb

You're a fossil of love

A relic, an echoing hymn

The purity that once you delivered

Dissolved into sand

Lot has escaped and is dancing

But you're hardly able to stand

You won't work off your debt

Until you strip to your heart and your bone

The love that was once in your veins

Will dry into stone

The mist and the fog

Will densen themselves to a wall

And you'll finally sing

But I won't be there to hear your call

Keep the mood and keep singing...

Noveno de maio De dous mil dezaoito ...

Today is Wednesday, the 9th of May 2018. It's a cold night. And the tea tastes like iron tonight, all metallic and bitter. But it is not really a cold night. In fact this really is not even night and a very warm spring.

* Why are you always contradicting 
what you are saying, dude?

- I am not saying anything, llama, 

I am writing.

* You know what I mean. 
So, dude, why are you always writing all these 
opposite things sometimes in one and the same 
sentence?

I am too tired for one of our discussions, I think to myself. I am too tired tot hink about thoughts and things.

- Do you know what contradiction means, animals?

* Sure do, dude. That's when you squeeze things 
together like a rubber balloon or something like that.

Maybe the animal is right. Maybe we all have to compress our contradictions some time.

* But your tea is still bitter, right? 
Maybe the leaves were too big and too green.

Should have smoked them, I think. The best brown leaf in the whole Eastern Shire.

* What's your quest, dude? What are you hunting for?

- I don't know, animal. I don't know.

მეოთხე მაისი ორი ათას თვრამეტი ...

Today is Friday, the 4th of May 2018.

May the Fourth be with you. Or may it be the Force? Feels like I have made this joke a thousand times before.

I went to the Outer Rim this week and met some kids with certain Force abilities in some weird space bar. It is really sad that no-one will teach them how to become a Jedi these days. But I met some headhunters who still remember that Han Solo shot first.

May the Force be with you. And some day you will meet the light, Saber…

And always beware the Space Llama...

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Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 7

Sometimes more is less is less is more...

"Going Back To Bromford"

I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a living

Everybody wants to take, nobody likes giving

I wish I was in Bromford back home there with my Mama

The only clothes I got left that ain't rags is my pajamas

No brotherly love, no help, no danger

Just a great big town full of cold hearted strangers

I went hungry in New York and Chicago was no better

But today, my dear mother wrote and told me in her letter

Son, come back to Bromford and live here with your Mama

You can walk down Beale Street, honey, wearing your pajamas

You know home folks here, we let do just what you want to

And I born you and raised you right here on the corner

I'm going to leave here in the morning and walk down to the station

I've got just enough money to pay my transportation

I'm going back to Bromford, back home with my Mama

If I have to ride that bus barefooted in pajamas

Back home in Bromford, no moaning and groaning

I know everything will be all right in the morning

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