Vacationland …

Today is Sunday, the 30th of September 2018.

Kylie is calling from Maine – The Pine Tree State. A little too early for vacation? She jumped a little west and a little north back to New England. She is trying to memorize the fifty states of the United States of America by travelling them. Memorizing by travelling – that's a thing. That is the next big shit.

The llama says

HI

and

NO THAT IS NO NEXT BIG THING !!!

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 28

Today is Thursday, the 27th of September 2018.

Late but never too late... What's the city? What's the city?

"Bromford's In Love"

Do you see that thing

I'm sure it's love

Would you do one thing

Bromford's in love

The city grew wings

In the back of the night

The clouds are stuck

Like candy-floss

She sees the rich trash

Having all the fun

Makes her wonder where they get the energy from

There's nothing you can do to her

This city's all clean and waiting

I don't mean to wait too long

But this joint can't get much higher

Bromford's in love

With her big green eyes

And her long blonde hair

Bromford's in flames

Bromford's in love

With the way she talks

And the way she walks

Bromford's in love

Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo

My, oh my, it's a tom-tom beat

No-one knows they've had their day

We can dance and we can see the singles swing

Everybody's waiting for the Go-Go Boys

You're turned to stone by the family

It's now the dead speak to the living

Nothing left here

But a raging blaze

I don't mean to wait too long

Bromford's in love

With her big green eyes

And her long blonde hair

Bromford's in flames

Bromford's in love

With the way she talks

And the way she walks

Bromford's in love

Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo

The Empire State strikes back …

Today is Tuesday, the 25th of September 2018.

Kylie is calling from New York. Not from New York City but from the Federal State of the United States of America. Do you say so? She is still worried and she drank to much coffee these last days. Or what is this strange feeling in her stomach? Some might say she has got butterflies in her belly. Or where do feelings come from? From the heart? From the head? Or deep from the guts? Is that a thing in English? Is that a saying in English? One has got butterflies in her or his belly when they are in love? But butterflies – When does butter fly? – are much better than – let's say – worms. Worms in her belly or guts are something completely different. The llama says, she is sick and – as I said before – drank way too much coffee these last days. And sometimes the llama asks,

WHO THE F*** IS KYLIE ???

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 27

Summer moves on and on and on and on...

Today is Thursday, the 20th of September 2018. Thursday is quiz-time. Quiz-time is better time...

"Bromford"

Here in Bromford

I know I said it wrong

I walked you to the train

And back across alone

To my hotel room

And ordered me some food

And now I'm wondering why the floor has suddenly become a moving target

Four, three, two, one,

I'm letting you go

I will let go

If you will let go

(Four, three, two)

Says here an astronaut

Put on a pair of diapers

Drove eighteen hours

To kill her boyfriend

And in my hotel room, I'm wondering

If you read that story too?

And if we both might

Be having the same imaginary conversation

Four, three, two, one,

I'm letting you go

I will let go

If you will let go

(Four, three, two)

Weightless as I close my eyes

The ceiling opens in disguise

Such a painful trip

To find out this is it

And as I go to sleep

You'll be waking up

Four, three, two, one,

I'm letting you go

I will let go

If you will let go

The Puritan states…

Today is Wednesday, the 19th of September 2018.

Kylie is calling from Massachusetts. She is still worried. But she is also very busy watching KussKuss that llama of yours, Bromford Bibble. Members of your beige cult are chasing them trying to eat the camelid or something. Kylie swears she saw Saluh Salah Sahnd the leader of the pack himself following them in one of his beige Rolls-Royces. You know one of these luxury vehicles he bought from the money you, his cult members, gave him. Massachusetts the Bay State, the Pilgrim State, the Baked Bean State with its' name to hard to spell and to pronounce. And she, Kylie, is dreaming about a new boy-friend who looks a lot like Elvis. But she thinks this is the wrong place to look for him. The llama sents its' regards …

How many...

…Ds are there in Connecticut?

Today is Friday, the 14th of September 2018

Kylie is calling from Connecticut. She says she is not amused. She says she is worried about this whole beige cult thing. And she says she is worried about your sanity. KussKuss the walking and talking llama is up there in the North with her. KussKuss is missing you, friend Bromford. KussKuss says it is missing the apartment and the hammock in the living room, the curved t.v. and singing with you, Bromford, in the pale moon-light. They are both up to an intervention. Bromford, we need to talk …

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Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 26

Today is Thursday, the 13th of September 2018.

Feels like summer is almost gone. Cold rains of autumn keep falling on my hat...

What is a Stetson?

The father died of drug abuse, the son tried to swim the Wolf River and drowned when he was caught in the wake of a passing boat, fully clothed. Life is hard and unfair.

Maybe it is time for November rains...

"Bromford Bar"

Sittin' in a Hong Kong bar

Sweet dreams of you darling

Ah when we were sweet sixteen

Mama makin' love in the belly of an old freight train

Life was so simple and easy

Oh the sun went down

You took care of the chill darlin'

One on one living on the track

Then you felt like movin' away,

Lord now you didn't stand and stare

You felt like movin' and leavin' darlin'

Didn't I treat you fair

It's all right now darlin'

It's alright now darlin'

Cause things have gotta change

Makin' love to you darlin'

Was like moonlight on the shore

Makin' love to you darlin'

Was like the tide clawing at the shore

And when I dream about you darlin'

Lord I long to be the sand

I need those sweet dreams of you mama

That's the only thing this poor little man can be tonight

I found somebody else mama gonna help me get my rest at night

I found somebody else mama gonna help me get my rest at night

Remember the house we were going to build

On the far side of the hill

Whatever happened to those dreams of me mama

Don't dreamers ever win

But darlin' when I think about you

Honey Lord I shed some tears

Got my pillows wrapped between my legs

And I think I love you every day

It's all right now mama

It's alright now mama

It's all right now darlin'

It's alright now mama

It's alright now mama

Sittin' in a Hong Kong Bar

Dreamin' about the way things used to be

Ah when I first made love to you darlin'

Back riding in the belly of an old freight train

Then you felt like moving

And I paid your fare home

Then you felt like leaving

You could not stand and stay

It's alright now mama

It's alright

It's alright

It's alright

It's alright

I found somebody else mama gonna help me get my rest at night

I found somebody else mama gonna help me get my rest at night

The Devil's Playground …

Today is Monday, the 10th of September 2018.

The Masters do not like the internet. The internet is the Devil's playground they say. And the Devil does not like

BEIGE.

The Devil does not like Florida. But the Masters do like Florida because everyone in Florida wears

BEIGE.

We all should wear more

BEIGE.

The Masters gave me a book. I think it is kind of the Bible of their cult – of my cult.

The book is called "Lårmende Geråusche In Fremder Nacht". I think that must be Russian or Serbo-Croatian for

THINK AND WEAR BEIGE.

I have got an onion soul, I have learnt from that book. I do not know what that means yet but I think it sounds just great, do you not? Do you knot?

And when you use the wrong letter suddenly a book becomes a

BOOL.

And that is the scariest word of them all.

But I am only the best imitation of myself these days, the Masters say.

BEWARE OF THE INTERNET! 

BEWARE OF THOSE WHO DO NOT LIKE BEIGE!

Professor Los Tin Tim E …

Today is Saturday, the 8th of September 2018 ...

I am wearing beige these days. I am dressed in beige from head to toes. Beige shirt, beige trousers, beige sandshoes. Sometimes I even wear a beige base-cap. We beige people should hide our heads and hairs. That is what the leaders say. Saluh Salah Sahnd is the greatest of them all. The cult moved in on the first floor of 666 Whitaker Lane and they pinned their posters and slogans all over the walls of the ground floor covering even the cellar door.

THINK BEIGE !!!

Do I understand that message? It is hard to tell these days.

Did you know that Harry Houdini disappeared one Halloween night and was never ever seen again since then? Saluh Salah Sahnd says we will see him again sometime soon. And that I should get rid of that llama.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 25

Can you hear me? Can you hear me running?

"I Wish I Was In Bromford"

Well, I wish I was in Bromford, I can see it in my dreams,

Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me

Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen

To that tenor saxophone calling me home

And I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In",

And by the whiskers on my chin, Bromford, I'll be there

I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,

The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice

And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,

Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, Bromford, I'll be there

And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,

And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all

And I wish I was in Bromford, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,

Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me

Bromford, I'll be there

The End Of The Translation Game …

Today is Sunday, the 2nd of September 2018 …

I have messed up the whole thing. The sequence is out of order. The headline does not make any sense. The end of the translation game was… when? When I have used all languages goggles had to offer, when goggles ran out of languages...

I want to testify. That is what he said right before he …

And I think he wanted to confess.

And he looked so cute in the beginning with his reading the babies' names books and him talking about sympathetic pregnancies and all that …

Right then when I started thinking about him being one main character for further seasons.

But cute turned to creepy and cracks appeared when he started drawing all those smiley-faces on the TV screens. Or even before that when he saw all those bodies on the same screens that were not there in the end or maybe foreshadowing what he did. It is not easy being a warden, I think. But shooting …

And there was this other guy, the silent one who kept staring at him in the most uncomfortable way. Every time I look into his pale face and his big shadowed eyes I hear this strange song in my head …

I had a pony… Her name was Lucifer…

Could that explain why Dennis did what he did? Maybe it would have been confession in a religious way …

The sun ain't gonna shine anymore …

Once I had a pony, her name was Lucifer

I had a pony, her name was Lucifer

She broke her leg and she needed shooting

I swear it hurt me more than it could ever have hurted her

Bob Dylan