Uztailaren zazpigarren bi mila eta hamazortzi ...

Today is Friday, the 27th of July 2018.

Off with their heads!

I am member of the Holy Church of High Voltage now.

We worship black and yellow signs with flashes of lightning and llamas.

And we sell electric souls for eternal bliss.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 19

Today is Thursday, the 26th of July 2018.

Music was my first love

And it will be my last

Music of the future

And music of the past ...

"Little Bromford"

Little Bromford in a southern town

Hominy get it on the plate girl

Momma keep your head down

Momma it wasn't my bullet

Don't take me back to the Range back to the Range

I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain

Don't take me back to the Range back to the Range

'Cause girl you got to know these days which side your on

Momma got shit she loved a brown man

Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed

She'd do anything to save her man

You see all her olives they are cool pressed

And her best friend is a sun dress

But Momma it wasn't my bullet no

Don't take me back to the Range back to the Range

I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain

Don't take me back to the Range back to the Range

'Cause girl you got to know these days which side your on

All alone got a girl in the city

Hey got a room and a place for two

Got a goat and a faun

I said boy you are my Fifth Avenue

Round and around and around I go

Round and around this time for keeps

Round and around and around I go

Round and around this time for keeps

Father only you can save my soul

And playing that organ must count for something for something

Girl you got to know these days

Little Bromford shut down today

They buried her with a butter bean bouquet

And the Sheriff now can't ride away

Like he said into the sunset

And I won't say that he shouldn't have paid

But Momma it wasn't my bullet

ဇူလိုင်လနှစ်ထောင်တဆယ်ရှစ်နှစ်ဆယ်-တတိယ ...

Today is Monday, the 23rd of July 2018.

Knock. Knock.

What happened to the doorbell?

» There is no doorbell! There isn't even a door! «

A very pale man in wavy black cloaks enters the hallway of my penthouse-apartment on the roof of the apartment-house on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the shore and seaside.

» And who are you? « I ask.

» I am Lord Waldemar! «

Threatening with waving arms and swaying back and forth in a hot summer breeze the pale man is pointing a wooden stick in my direction.

» Oh! « I remember. » So you are the evil Lord Waldemar, the one my grandma always asks about, Why is this Waldemar so evil, Bromford? «

» Evil lies in the eyes of the beholder «, the evil Lord replies. » Can I have a drink now? «

And I cannot see why not.

After two or three shots of Gin he removes his cloaks and smiles a pale smile.

» OK «, he says. » To tell you the truth, my real name is not Lord Waldemar. My real name is Kevin. «

» Oh! « I remember. » So you are the Kevin from those movies, my grandma always asks about, Bromford, is this boy home alone? «

Kevin Lord or Waldemar Kevin or Kevin Waldemar or Waldemar Lord takes another sip.

» I do not know what we are doing here and I do not have the slightest idea what you are talking about. «

Dvadeset prvi jula Dve hiljade osamnaest ...

Crossroads. 

Seventy-seven sausages in seventeen minutes, that's his record.

Today is Saturday, the 21st of July 2018.

» There is no such thing as a llama in this apartment! « Brother Brimstone cries out and slams the front door shut leaving the penthouse to the staircases.

» There is no such thing as a brother Brimstone in this apartment! « The llama cries out leaving the penthouse to the roof terrace without slamming the glass door shut.

And in this moment they both are right. No llama and no brother in my penthouse-apartment on the roof of 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the shore and seaside.

Crossroads.

I did not invite them, both of them. And they obviously do not like each other.

Only one big Bibble remaining and drowning in dust and despair and disbelieve …

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 18

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"Bromford Girl"

She is juniper and roses

She is amethyst and pearl

And though she makes her home in Hollywood

She's really just a Bromford girl

She's the breeze on Sunday morning

Blowing down a country lane

She's got the style of Paulette Goddard

And the smile of June Fontaine

And she drives a car in gear

Through the streets of Silver Lake

And the hills are Velcro Park

She is criminal in satin

She is leopard skin and lace

Hard to believe that she believed in me

When I was such a hopeless case

And she knows from love and service

Yes she knows from peace of mind

To be not sinister in purpose

And to never be unkind

And she loves a Tulsi garden

And she loves her rock 'n roll

And she's never far from my mind

She is juniper and roses

Guess I'll sing it once again

And though we are no longer lovers

I know she'll always be my friend

So if you're ever right beside her

Drivin' down the 101

Be thankful that you're with a Bromford girl

Who's beautiful beneath the moon and the sun

Петнадесети юли две хиляди осемнадесет ...

Today is Sunday, the 15th of July 2018.

The skyline has lost its face. Or should I say the treeline has lost its shape? 

For years and years the trees on the hills in the outbacks of Bromford, the friendly town by the shore and seaside, formed the profile of a lying woman with chin and lips and nose and forehead. Some time ago I found out that the nose was only one single tree, one round and bushy deciduous tree. Now that tree is gone, no nose anymore, no face of a lying giant woman. 

Like that other shrub I spotted from my parents kitchen window till I was twelve years old. And all these years that shrub looked like the number twelve. But one day when I was older the shrub looked just like a shrub and nothing like the number twelve at all.

What if the only thing that is gone is my imagination? What if I am running out of fantasy? 

Nothing is permanent but the change.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 17

Today is Thursday, the 12th of July 2018. One day before Friday, the 13th... Bad sign? Dangerous Omen? Who knows, who knows...

"Bromford"

Pensando cada dia, cada hora

Pensando en ti

Caminando, mi cesta llena de moras

Son para ti

Temprano por la tarde y por la noche

Sueño de ti

Lalalala

Comiendo perra

En Bromford

Que placer ir

La gente buena

Solo goza nunca hay pena

Pa' que sufrir

Jugando en el mar, en la arena

Viviendo asi

Lalalala

Ventana blanca

Hay que venga la mañana

Hay que venga otra vez

Esperando

Asi es como yo paso mi tiempo

Esperando a Inaniel

Y rezando por su calor, por su aliento

Sobre mi piel

Te digo todo aqui va bien

Conmigo de no dormir

Amigo, te suplico, te lo pido

Que me ayudes a mi, a mi

Buscando

Con mi ancla en la marea

Nadando en ti

Yo voy andando

Oyeme, te estoy llamando

Te amo a ti

Por el valle me encontré un rio escondido

Me ahoge ahi

Me recuerdo, hacía calor pero tenia frio

Me iba a morir

Bianca

Ay Paloma, ay Angelina

Por fin te vi

Por fin te vi

Por fin te vi

By the way, this is the strongest Klingon accent I have ever heard...

Ikanapulo sa Hulyo Duha-libo-napulog walo ...

Today is Tuesday, the 10th of July 2018.

The great ball is still rolling and I...

I have to go...

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 16

Today is Thursday, the 5th of July 2018. I am tired. So here is my advice...


"Don't Move Back To Bromford"

Don't move back to Bromford
Don't move back to Bromford
Don't move back to Bromford
Although it's 70 out
Don't move back to Bromford
You got a bigger house
Don't move back to Bromford
I know you're sober now
Don't move back to Bromford, my baby
In your place out in Bromford, my baby

I'm gonna send this out to Mistress Mike
She knows who she is and what I like
I'm gonna send this out to Susan Sneeze
I'm gonna say thirty rosaries
I'm gonna tell her

Don't move back to Bromford
Don't get your license back
Don't move back to Bromford
Don't cut your intake back
Don't move back to Bromford
You think it's bad?
It's actually worse out in Bromford, my baby
Don't move back to Bromford, my baby

'Cause those West Coast cats
They're gonna turn, gonna turn, gonna turn, gonna turn you around
They're gonna chew you up and spit you out
They're gonna break, gonna break, gonna break, gonna break you down
They're gonna waste your time and watch you drown
They're gonna make, gonna make, gonna make, gonna make you down
You'll say "I lost my soul or sold it out"
But I told you, I want you
I told you, I want you
I told you now

Well, in two more weeks I'll drop this drag
And you can have your New York City back
Well, I will send this out to Space Camp Chip
I saw him living on the ocean's lip
And I will send this to Aloha Crisp
You might not agree, but I'll insist

And I will tell him
Don't move back to Bromford
I said I'll move back to Bromford
You got a Midwest song so sing it out
Don't move back to Bromford
You got a Deep South song so sing it out
Don't move back to Bromford
You got a mountain song, just sing it out
I got a East Coast song, I'll sing it out
Don't move back to Bromford
I won't move back to Bromford, my baby
Don't move back to Bromford

They're gonna turn, gonna turn, gonna turn, gonna turn you around
Don't move back to Bromford
You got a Peach State song, a Pine Tree State song, a Wolverine State song
They're gonna break, gonna break, gonna break, gonna break you down
Don't move back to Bromford
So sing it out
Or fight it out, sing it out
They're gonna make, gonna make, gonna make, gonna make you down
Oh
Don't move back to Bromford
They're gonna turn, gonna turn, gonna turn, gonna turn you around
Don't move back to Bromford
They're gonna break, gonna break, gonna break, gonna break you down

Chachinayi cha Julai zikwi ziwiri-khumi ndi zitatu ...

Today is Wednesday, the 4th of July 2018.

My reality has been hacked. Again. People are staring at me from different places, all the same faces, but at different points on my journey home. That old man is looking out the window, yet five minutes later the same man is standing at the traffic lights miles away and when I arrive home in 666 Whitaker Lane the same guy is the postman delivering my posts and mails. There must have been an error in the matrix much worse than a déjà-vu. And that dead fox I saw by the side of the road near Bromford Bridge the other day is now some kind of stray cat balancing the handrails of the roof terrace outside my window. They are all staring at me looking away whenever I notice it. And they are very busy handling their mobile phones or other electrical devices as well as piles of paper like some kind of script to a play that has gone mad. It feels like THEY ran out of money. THEY are still trying to please me but reality is wearing thin and thinner. The real world tries to break through. But thank goodness, they never had a camera inside my head. At least, I hope so...