Blue is the colour…

of my true love's hair in the morning when we rise…

'What is wrong with you, Bromford Bibble? Midlife crisis?' the llama asks.

'Leave me alone, you animal who is just one of my inner voices', I answer.

'Oh, come on', the llama says. 'Honesty is like a piece of cake: You never know where the brain is unless you know the cook who salted the cream cheese soup.'

'Minze sauce with baked pork, Bob.' I do not know why I said that. Maybe because I am hungry. But really I am not really.

'It is only some kind of autumn blues, I think', I say.

'And what are we going to do now, dude?' the animal asks.

'We're only making plans for Nigel.'

'Who the frick is Nigel?'

'How am I supposed to know that? I have got no clues and no plans. Have another fortune cookie, llama.'

And the fortune cookie says,

All of life is about change.

Today is Tuesday, the 29th of October 2019.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 82

Today is Quizday, the 25th of October 2019.

The "5" on this dirty and sticky keyboard is blocked. Should I try to put it in the dishwasher?

Well, well, well, let's think about it...

"Bromford"

It's hard to remember Pittsburgh properly

It's hard to recall what I did in D.C

No vivid remembrance of things in L.A

The times and the places have all slipped away

In one too brief minute

My mind saw it all

The time and the place

Twelve o'clock noon

Bromford

Bromford

It seems that I found everything that I wanted

All in Bromford

Everything's there my love and my laughter

It's all in Bromford

I'm going back to Bromford

My Bromford

I'm going back to Bromford

Oh my Bromford

The rest of the world doesn't matter

When you find what you're after

Bells and candles – clocks that chime

Ribbons glass - lights that shine

Coloured paper – shiny beads

Everything that I need

You gave to me

In Bromford

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 81

Today is Friday, the 18th of October 2019.

More to say? No way.

Is that enough to be a poem?

"Bromford"

Curling lips, fingertips, dead eye dips

I saw it all in the Bromford

Splinter cracks, summer tracks, paperbacks

We found them all in the Bromford

In the shade, whistle blades, singing fades

In the Bromford

She wants to stay

And talk all day

So I remark

When it gets dark

All the pale things under the earth

Will reverse

River glass, cycle past, overcast

I saw it all in the Bromford

Copper sky, shadows rise, bridge of sighs

We had it all in the Bromford

Skin tracks, face facts, fade to black

In the Bromford

She wants to stay

And talk all day

So I remark

When it gets dark

All the pale things under the earth

Will reverse

Helicopters circling in my head...

This BlockBlog was supposed to be some kind of brain jogging, a medium to focus my thoughts, a way to structure my internet life.

Well, it does not work. I am running out of ideas or the perserverance to implement them.

Sounds smart, does it not? Clever and smart.

Almost drowned in leaves and rain last night.

And the fortune cookie says,

Stay persistent, 

be patient and flexible.

Today is Wednesday, the 16th of October 2019.

The End of a Warm Moonday...

It's still lonely out in space... and cold...

.

The fortune cookie says,

.

Trust Youself!

.

Today is Monday, the 14th of October 2019.

Another Saturn Day…

# Here dies a free elve.

- Dobby?

# No, I am thinking about Elfo.

- Who is Elfo?

# Don't know. Just trying to get back into this Disenchantment.

- Did you clean the computer display?

# Yes, I have removed all the blood spatters.

'Boys, stop being such nerds', Kylie says closing the livingroom doors.

Today is Saturday, the 12th of October 2019.

# Infernal Amplifier.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 80

Today is Friday, the 11th of October 2019.

No Friday without city quiz, is it not?


"Bromford"

Are you feelin' like the underdog?

Like every day's stuck on repeat

Come and sing a different song

On the sunny side of Oxford Street

In Bromford by the sea, how long will you wait for me?
Let's ride the magic bus again
Or maybe take the midland train to
Bromford by the sea
A revolution's happening to me
Right here in Bromford by the sea

Girlfriends hug at the coffee shop

There's every type of person walking by

It's a perfect day full stop

There's even a smile on the traffic cop

In Bromford by the sea, how long will you wait for me?
Let's ride the magic bus again
Or maybe take the midland train to
Bromford by the sea
A revolution's happening to me
Right here in Bromford by the sea

I'm givin' all my love away

Fillin' up, I'm fillin' up

I'm givin' all my love away

Fillin' up, I'm fillin' up

I'm givin' all my love away

Fillin' up, right here in Bromford bay

As I'm walkin' 'round the town
Singin' this new song I've found
My friend comes and breaks my flow
Says, "Hey man, now don't you know that
Bromford's got no sea
That's just some bad geography
This Bromford's got no bay
That's the one in the USA"
No, Bromford's got no sea
But somehow it feels good to me
Let's ride the magic bus again
Or maybe take the midland train to
Bromford proud and free
A revolution's happening to me
Right here in Bromford NOT by the sea

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 79

Today is Friday, the 4th of October 2019.

It's too late to think about something.

It's quiz day. Just guess the city ...

"Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Bromford"

It's so relieving

To know that you're leaving

As soon as you get paid

It's so relaxing

To hear that you're asking

Wherever you get your way

It's so soothing

To know that you'll sue me

This is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad

I miss the comfort in being sad

I miss the comfort in being sad

In her false witness

We hope you're still with us

To see if they float or drown

Our favorite patient

A display of patience

Disease-covered Puget Sound

She'll come back as fire

To burn all the liars

And leave a blanket of ash on the ground

I miss the comfort in being sad

I miss the comfort in being sad

I miss the comfort in being sad

It's so relieving

To know that you're leaving

As soon as you get paid

It's so relaxing

To hear that you're asking

Wherever you get your way

It's so soothing

To know that you'll sue me

This is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad

I miss the comfort in being sad

I miss the comfort in being sad