Longer Meatings ...

Today is Tuesday, the 31st of March 2020. I'm still standing. Actually I am sitting in front of my keyboard and screen right now. Bromford downtown areas are empty. But there are more visitors in Bromford Park than usual. I hope they keep the distance, these visitors. Flatten the curve. Flatten the curve. Stay at home. Stay at home. Repeat yourself. Repeat yourself. Strange these times are. The times they are a-changin'. Bob Dylan is our prophet. Should he be that? There is nothing stranger than thoughts. There is nothing stronger than thoughts? Keep your head up. Keep your head up.

Longer Shutdowns …

Today is Monday, the 30th of March 2020.

Isolation, social distancing, empty streets … and most of it all … the SARS-CoV-2 virus.

Is this the time for a blog like this? A blog full of nonsense, a blog full of fake animals, fake towns and dudes who are named after those fake towns? A blog full of escapism?

It is a thin line. A very thin line. Something is hiding behind the curtains. Something called worries and fears of the future.

And sometimes - almost most of the times - I do not find words for it. Does anybody have words for something that has not happened like this before?

How much longer? How longer? The world is full of uncertainty.

Are we dancing on the edge of a volcano?

Et in Arcadia Ego… Et in Arcadia Ego…

Trying to keep my head and some kind of routine up. Trying to stay healthy.

Please be so kind and try the same.

Longer Meals …

A priest, an imam and a rabbit walk into a bar...

The rabbit says, 'I think I might be a typo.'

And I might not be the author. But I am a collector. And I am always carrying a toe of garlic in the breast pocket of my shirt.

Which combination with garlic could be very disgusting from your point of view? I am drinking a mixture of lemon, ginger and hot water right now. Adding garlic could be a little over the top in my opinion. Onion, cream and raw fish sounds like one of those combinations, too. Peanutbutter. What about Peanutbutter? Add a slice of fresh liver and you will never know… But I am just brainstorming. More storming than braining.

Oh, boy. I don't like Mondays.

Today is Saturday, the 28th of March 2020.

AND NOBODY WALKS INTO A BAR THESE DAYS !!!

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 101

Today is Friday, the 27th of March 2020.

It's calm. Is it the calm before the storm?
Keep your head up, mankind.

"Last Train To Bromford"

Your two eyes like minarets

Rise in twin pools of white

The incandescent fires of spring

Radiant against the vault of night

On the last train to Bromford

Journey to the heart, dancers on thin ice

Lantern moon, a magic carpet ride

Soulscapes, island nights

In your eyes an afterlife

On the last train to Bromford

Curling smoke becomes the djinn

Lovers wish for everything

Temple pillars builts on clouds

In your sleep awaking now

On the last train to Bromford.

Longer Longer Longers …

Hello, is there anybody out there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anybody home?

Isolation is not good for me.

Isolation.

I don't want to sit on the lemon tree…

Quarantine, not quite.
Selffulfilling isolation.
Home + office = Homeoffice.
Things that do not belong together.

The virus is here. The virus is crisis.

Crisis is hysteria. Two crises are more than one crisis.

Always fascinating when the plural is different.

May the llama rot on the bottom of that elevator shaft.
There is a new Corona in town.

Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one

When you gonna give me some time, Corona?

Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run

Got it comin' off of the line, Corona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-my Corona

Come a little closer, hon, a-will you, hon?

Close enough to look in my eyes, Corona

Keep it in a mystery, you're kissing me

Running down the length of my thighs, Corona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-my Corona
M-m-m-my Corona

When you gonna give to me, g-give to me?

Is it just a matter of time, Corona?

Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny?

Or is it just a game in my mind, Corona?

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, ay, ah, woh!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, ay, ah, woh!

M-m-m-my Corona

M-m-m-my Corona

M-m-m-my Corona

M-m-m-my Corona

Oh, my Corona
Oh, my Corona
Oh, my Corona

Strange lyrics, these are.

Stupid they are.

Speak they should not.

Today is Sunday, the 22nd of March 2020.
0202 Hcram fo dn22 eht, yadnus si yadot.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 100

Today is Friday, the 20th of March 2020.

Times of trouble. Stay healthy.

Fancy a new quiz?

I know it is not really a difficult quiz.

All you have to do is search the internet.

And all because I am to lazy to manually type the lyrics...

Whatever!

"Bromford Street"

No more trips to Bromford Street,
No more going there,
To see you lying still,
While we all come and go.

No more watching sunsets,
It seems like summer's holding on.
And no more standing quietly at your window.

No more driving down your road,
Wondering when you'll be home.
And no more peace when they all leave
And leave us two alone.

And time we always lose is finally found here with you.
My love, I know we're losing but I will stand here by you.

No more calling friends from the car saying "I don't know when,
I'll be there but I'll do my best to come."
No more letting you warm my hands,
No more trying to take it in.
And no more saying "goodbye for the last time again"
And no more saying "goodbye for the last time again"

And time we always lose is finally found here with you.
My love, I know you're leaving but I will stand here by you.

No more trips to Bromford Street,
No more going there,
No more sitting up all night,
Waiting for any word.

Nothing's left that's safe here now,
Nothing will bring you home
Nothing can bring us the peace
We had in Bromford Street.

Longer Chronicles …

'Come back', said the Kangaroo.

'For what?' asked the fake imitation llama down in the elevator shaft.

'For more political nonsense and misquoted quotes, anti-terror attacks, four books and a movie', said the Kangaroo. 'Funny or not funny.'

'Will you stop all these animal shenanigans?' cried the blockblogger and closed the living-room door.

'And what about the small artist?' asked the llama.

'I think the Klingons call them cabaret artists or something like that', the Kangaroo said.

'What is a Kongoroo?' the blockblogger asked himself.

And the fortune cookie says,

RAZUPALTUFF !!!

Today is Tuesday, the 10th of March 2020.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 99

It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine

Today is Friday, the 13th of March 2020.

I am not afraid of this day. My bad-luck-day is and always will be the Thur's Day.
(Although Thor may be a nice man from time to time.)

VPN? Home-office? Quarantine?

Not For Me...

...YET !!!

"Clear Signal From Bromford"

It's a clear
It’s a clear signal from Bromford

Calling me back to your arms
Calling me back to your arms
Calling me back to your arms

Desert winds are strong but they’re not strong enough, love of my life
Desert winds are strong but they’re not strong enough, baby doll

It's a clear
It's a clear

Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me back
Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me back
Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me back
Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me back

It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear, clear signal from Bromford

It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear
It's a clear, clear signal from Bromford

Calling me back to your arms
Calling me back to your arms

Even Longer Wednesdays ...

Tuesday, you're forgiven, not forgotten ...

And the fortune cookie says,

Only those who ask questions correctly

will get correct answers.

Today is Wednesday, the 11th of March 2020.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 98

Today is Friday, the 6th of March 2020.

Confusion -- it's such a terrible shame.
Confusion -- you don't know what you're sayin'.

We fear what we don't know.

What? Town? Quiz? Just go on...


"Bromford"

Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - rub on skin
Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun
Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life

Hena Wambdetanka! (Arise Big Eagle!)

Medicine man lead me up through town - Indian ground - so far down
Cut up land - each house - a pool -
kids wearing water wings - drink in cool
Follow dry river bed - watch Scouts and Guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's disco - Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse - white men dream
A rattle in the old man's sack -
look at mountain top - keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow

I hold the line - the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
Bromford - I hold the line
Bromford - the poison bite and
darkness take my sight - I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen
cheek - think I'm losing it - getting weaker
I hold the line - I hold the line
Bromford - yellow eagle flies down from the sun - from the sun

We will walk - on the land
We will breathe - of the air
We will drink - from the stream
We will live - hold the line

Longer Fears …

Day one of the quarantine…

The corona virus is everywhere. Time for panic?

I don't think so and I am just kidding. No quarantine here in my penthouse on the roof of the apartment house in 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the shore and seaside.

No fever. No coughing. Just the usual late winter - not winter - early spring - maybe forever autumn - dizziness.

We have all watched too many movies and t.v. shows. We have read too many books.

THE END IS NIGH !!!

or

THE END IS NEIGH !!!

or most definitely

THE END IS NIGHT !!!

The Walking Dead. The Stand. I am Legend.

Is this Captain Trips?

They say the virus spread from bats to humans on a market fair in Wuhan, China. Is it a vampire virus? Will we all have a lust for blood after this?

Rubbish! Don't blame the Horseshoe bat!

It's the military like in The Stand by Stephen King. They lost control of one of their biological weapons. Has anybody seen Donald Trump lately? Doesn't he have anything to tweat about SARS-CoV-2?

Bananas! Eat more bananas…

🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌

And the misfortune cookie says,

Are you even ready to be happy?

Today is Wednesday, the 4th of March 2020.

Maybe the beginning of the end.

Longer Februaries …

If You Don’t Like My Story, Write Your Own.

The world and the posts are out of order. No February. It's the second day of March. We are marching on and on and on …

This was indeed a longer February. Last Saturday was a day that only exists every four years. Our planet is no clockwork. Its' journey around the sun does not follow any schedule. But to press days and weeks and months and years into a more exact time-table mankind invented leap-years.

Or as the great encycopedia witch Wiki Pedia once wrote in her letter addressed at the sleepwalkers of Santa Cruz…

A leap year (also known as an intercalary year or bissextile year) is a calendar year that contains an additional day (or, in the case of a lunisolar calendar, a month) added to keep the calendar year synchronized with the astronomical year or seasonal year. Because astronomical events and seasons do not repeat in a whole number of days, calendars that have the same number of days in each year drift over time with respect to the event that the year is supposed to track. By inserting (called intercalating in technical terminology) an additional day or month into the year, the drift can be corrected. A year that is not a leap year is a common year.

That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.

Read the signs. Read the signs. Read the signs.

Leap days always meant and always will mean bad luck. Remember my words.

But don't kill the prophet. He is only the messenger.

"Láthspell" I name you, Ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest they say, Bromford Stormcrow.

'Come up here, animal!' I yell down the elevator shaft. 'Come up here and talk straight to my face!'

'Go to bed, dude', the llama says calmly. 'Go to rest.'

And the fortune cookie says,

You may have missed something.

Today is Monday, the 2nd of March 2020.