Longer Returns …

Lukannon - Servants of the Queen

- You can feel her, can't you?

* I do not know what you are talking about.

- Your sister. She is leaving the castle in the middle of the night, running away and hiding in the darkness.

* Leave me alone, you fool. Leave me alone with all your magical and supernatural nonsense. I am not connected to my sister in that sort of way.

- And yet you woke up in the middle of the night sensing something is different. Something is not the way it used to be any longer. Something is wrong.

* Why do you not just leave me alone?

- Since when do you have a sister, dude?

* Sister, animal?

And the fortune cookie says,

A balanced diet is a cookie in every hand.

Today is Tuesday, the 30th of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

Protagonist and antagonist keep on doing it the milky way.

'Do you think Bromford really has a sister?' asks the antagonist.

'I do not know', the protagonist says. 'But I think he saw a Cloud Camel lately. I think he ate too many of those special cookies he learned to bake during all these lockdown scenarios.'

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 149

Today is Sunday, the 28th of March 2021.

A dragonfly that carries a lamplight is a firefly.

"Bromford: Sex City"

Intake Manor Park the Wicker Norton Freshville Hackenthorpe Shalesmoor Wombwell Catcliffe
Brincliffe Attercliffe Ecclesall Woodhouse Wybourn
[At this point, Candida starts talking...]
Pitsmoor Badger Wincobank crookes Walkley Broomhill oh!
[Candida, quoting from some book]
'I was only about eleven when this happened. we were living in a big block of flats
With a central courtyard. all the bedroom windows opened onto this court, and sometimes in
The middle of the night, in that building it sounded like a mass orgy. I may have only
Been eleven, but no-one had to tell me what all that moaning and yelling was about. i'd
Lie there mesmerised, listening to the first couple. invariably, they'd wake up other
Couples, and like some kind of chain reaction, within minutes the whole building was
Fucking. I mean, have you ever heard other people fucking, and really enjoying it? it's a
Marvellous sound. not like in the movies, but when it's real. it's such a happy, exciting
Sound.'

The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
Yeah, I wanna be your lover (not your brother, not your mother, yeah)
The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.
Crept through the gap in your curtains
And caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets.
I watched it flaking bits of varnish from your nails
Trying to work it's way up under the sheets.
Jesus! Even the sun's on heat today; the whole city getting stiff in the building heat.
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all I wanna do
I just want to make contact with you
Oh that's all I wanna do ow
Now I'm trying hard to meet her but the fares went up at seven
She is somewhere in the city somewhere watching television
Watching people being stupid, doing things she can't believe in
Love won't last 'til next installment
Ten o' clock on Tuesday evening
The world is going on outside, the night is gaping open wide
The wardrobe and the chest of drawers are telling her to go outdoors
He should have been here by this time, he said that he'd be here by nine
That guy is such a prick sometimes, I don't know why you bother, really.
Oh babe oh I'm sorry
But I had to make love to every crack in the pavement and the shop doorways
And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.
The day didn't go too well.
Too many chocolates and cigarettes.
I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp-posts.
Why's it so hot? (Peace Garden!)
The air coming up to the boil; rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get rid
Of it.
Old women clack their tongues in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters.
Dogs doing it in central reservations and causing multiple pile-ups in the centre of town.

I didn't want to come here in the first place
But I've been sentenced to three years in the housing benefit waiting room.
I must have lost your number in the all-night garage
And now I'm wandering up and down your street, calling you name, in the rain
Whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard.
Where are you?
[Candida:] (I'm here!)
[Jarvis:] where are you? (I'm here!) where are you? (I'm here!)
Where are you? (I'm here!)
Where are you? (I'm here!) where are you? (I'm here!) where are you?
That's all I wanna do.
I'm still trying hard to meet you, but it doesn't look like happening
'Cos the city's out to get me if I won't sleep with her this evening
Though her buildings are impressive and her cul-de-sacs amazing
She's had too many lovers and I know you're out there waiting
And now she's getting into bed he's had his chance now it's too late
The carpet's screaming for her soul, the darkness wants to eat her whole
Tonight must be the night it ends
Tomorrow she will call her friends and go out on her own somewhere
Who needs this shit anyway?
And listen I wandered the streets the whole night crying, trying to pick up your scent
Writing messages on walls and the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes.
We finally made it on a hill-top at four a.m.
The whole city is your jewellery-box; a million twinkling yellow street lights.
Reach out and take what you want; you can have it all.
Gee it's so hot tonight!
I didn't think we were gonna make it.
It was so bad during the day, but now I'm snug and warm under an eiderdown sky.
All the things we saw:
Everyone on park hill came in unison at four-thirteen a.m. and the whole block fell down.
The tobacconist caught fire, and everyone in the street died of lung cancer.
The grunts from the t-reg chevette; you bet, you bet, yeah you bet. mmmmm. yeah.
All I wanna do is make contact with you. tomorrow, are we gonna?
That's all I wanna do...
I was trying hard to meet her but the fares went up at seven
She was somewhere in the city somewhere watching television
Watching people being stupid doing things she can't believe in
Love won't last 'til next installment ten o'clock on tuesday evening
The world was going on outside
The night was waiting open wide
The wardrobe and the chest of drawers were telling her to go outdoors
He should have been there by that time, he said that he'd be there by nine
That guy is such a prick sometimes
Yeah Jesus!
Oh baby babe I wanna I wanted to tell you that there's nothing
There's nothing to worry about because we can we can we can we can get it together oh yeah

Oh we got it together tonight yeah we made it.

Longer Books …

Lonely Souls - Seven

- Llama, I am losing my mind.

* I know, dude. But who is at the door?



And the fortune cookie says,

An old love will return to Bromford.

Today is Wednesday, the 24th of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

'Are you Bromford's long lost love, protagonist?' asks the antagonist.

'The milky way', the protagonist says, 'is all around us. Keep on doing it that way.

Longer Jumps …

छोटा मेंढक छोटा मेंढक छोटा मेंढक छोटा मेंढक छोटा मेंढक

Little Frog's Song against People - Shiv and the Grasshopper

Ding Dong. Someone is knocking at the door of my penthouse apartment above the fifteenth floor of the skysraping building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside or by the shore and seaside or whatever I use to write for occasions like this.

"Ding Dong?" shouts the llama out. "Are you nuts? Ding Dong is not a knocking sound. Knock Knock! That is a knocking sound!"

"Nuts? Where are those nuts? Do you hear that mysterious knocking noise?" I ask. "It's mysterious but kind of catchy."

And after a while…

"Darn it. I have missed the opportunity for a joke. Animal, can you repeat that knocking sound for me please?"

"Knock Knock?" the llama asks with pursed lips and a scrunched face.

"Who is there?" I ask laughing out loud.

The animal is not in the mood for Knock Knock jokes.

"Yes, who is there at the door? A little frog, perhaps? Or maybe a grasshopper? There are way too many animals in your blockblog again, dude."

"Ah, bite me"; I say. "Why don't you just go and answer the door?"


And the fortune cookie says,

One day KussKuss will write a book.

Today is Monday, the 22nd of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

The protagonist is screaming out in terror.

Why is the llamal kissing me? Doesn't it know how unsanitary that is?

Doesn't it know how to keep on doing it the milky way?

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 148

Today is Sunday, the 21th of March 2021.

You have seen a donkey fly, you have seen a damsel fly.

Have you ever seen a dragonfly? Think about it.

"The Walls Of Bromford"

As the sun comes up for a new day

Beams of light that shattered through the night

Explodes into fragments of a razor sharp morning

Melts away the past

But fails to melt the coldest heart

But fails to melt the coldest heart

So you think you're back on the right line

Turning water into wine, silver into gold

A thousand crimes will all be told

So you want a drive on the white line

Throwing caution to the wind, shooting arrows from your bow

A thousand mysteries to be solved

So you think you're back on the right line

And I know what you're thinking

Dream what you're dreaming

Walls of Bromford come tumbling down

Bromford's burning in my mind

Look sideways for the very first time

Struck by lightning for my crime

Acting strange and I don't know why

And I can dream what you're dreaming

Feel what you're feeling

Never ever let yourself down

So you think you still got enough time

Turning swords into knives, playing with lives

The walls of Bromford all come tumbling down

Bromford's burning in my mind

Look sideways for the very first time

Struck by lightning for my crime

Acting strange and I don't know why

Bromford's burning in my mind

Looks sideways for the very first time

Struck by light, name for my crimes

Acting strange and I don't know why

Bromford kisses like an angel dressed in black

Bleeds its victims turning diamonds into dust

And the shards will cut your feet

And stab you in the back

No no no

Longer Milk …

Little Frog's Song - Six

What little frogs are made of I have explored.

One day a little frog fell into a barrel of milk. And no matter how hard he tried he could not reach the edge to get out again. But he did not give up. He kept swimming in the milk. He kept paddling and kicking the milk. The cow looked over the edge of the barrel and saw the little frog. Why do you keep struggling, little frog? Why don't you just rest? But the little frog kept swimming and paddling and kicking. He did not give up. An owl came by and looked over the edge and saw the frog. Why do you keep struggling, little frog? Why don't you just rest? But the little frog kept swimming and paddling and kicking the milk. He did not give up. And suddenly, after three days and three nights of swimming and paddling and kicking the little frog felt ground under his feet for the milk in the barrel had turned to cheese. With the last of his strength the little frog jumped out of the barrel. But since he was very, very weak after days and nights of swimming, paddling and kicking he got eaten by a stork who had came by and watched the frog's struggling and just waited.

And the moral of this story is…

The circle of life will get you in the end.
or
Don't drink and drive.

🐸🐸🐸

And the fortune cookie says,

Look before you jump.
Or wear a parachute.

Today is Saturday, the 20th of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

'I do not need an antagonist!' the protagonist shouts out.
'Leave him out of this! And let me out of this blocked blockblog.'

Keep on doing it the milky way!

Longer Minds …

 

Little Frog's Brothers - Slaves and Masters

This march should have been the beginning of something. It feels like more of the same all over and over and over again. And the band keeps marching on.

There is something in the air and you don't know what it is. Or maybe we do know what it is and yet we deny it. Denial is the reason of our time. It is definatley a bad resin.

What can we do when the Marchhare and the Mad Hatter are keen to have another of their tea-parties? Keen to party, not keen keeping the the required distance. Dancing on the ceiling over the edge into the abyss of doom. Playing another round of Russian roulette.

Change in subject… Going for a repeat… Maybe, maybe not… Lucy Fer… Someone told me she bought and moved into apartment 1 on the first floor, left hand side.

Are China girls always from China or are they sometimes made of china? We are all made of fur - at least we all have got and are covered in fur but sometimes it is invisible. And sometimes it is not thick enough. Let it grow. We have to let it grow.


And the fortune cookie says,

We go together like milk and cookies.

Today is Tuesday, the 16th of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

'Keep on doing it the milky way?' the antagonist asks.
'Are you trying to establish a catch phrase here, protagonist?'

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 147

Today is Sunday, the 14th of March 2021.

Bullfrogs are the damselflies of the swamp. Think about it.

"Tuesday Night In Bromford"

Take a woman's rib and you make a man
Take a woman's rib do you understand the pain
Take a woman's rib and you make a man
Take a woman's rib do you understand the pain
Take a woman's rib and you make a man
Take a woman's rib do you understand the pain

(Something?)

I'm a man

Take a woman's rib and you make a man
Take a woman's rib do you understand the pain

I'm a family man
I'm a family man
I'm a family man
I'm a family man

(Music for a while)

It's suffice to say It's the price you pay
I'll take your soul
I'll take your soul
I'll take your soul
I'll take it slow
I'll take you anywhere that you want to go

Take a woman's rib and you make a man
Take a woman's rib do you understand the pain
Take a woman's rib and you make a man
Take a woman's rib do you understand the pain

Good for you
Good for you
Good for you

Longer Fridays …

Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears - Snake's Hunting

'Bromford', says the llama, 'you know that it is not Friday. It is not even Wednesday. It is still Monday. It is always Monday these days.'

'Yes, the other day of the week beginning with an M', I reply.

'I stretch you pardon?' asks the animal.

'Ignore it, please. This is all due to my bilinguality. Do you think my English is too posh?' comes to my mind.

'Sometimes you sound like some kind of Lord or Earl or something, dude!' says the llama. 'And you make me sound like that, too. I think it is time for you to come back to colloquiality.'

'It is all due to that werebus that hit me when I was just a little Bromford, a little Brommy, you might want to say. This red double-decker bus was infected with English, Oxford English, to be precise.'

'Can I invite Kylie and her son Nigel for my birthday party, Brommy?' the llama tries a change of subject. 'I think it is allowed to meet two people from another household now, isn't it?'

'OK', I say. 'But you birthday is September, 20th, isn't it? Aren't you a little early with your invitations?'

'Don't mistake the first day we met for the day of my birth, dude.'

'It is all the same to me, my communist kangaroo.'

'Oh, look, human. There you have got your blockblog post for Wednesday.'

'Mednesday, animal. It is Mednesday, the second day of the week beginning with an M', I say.

'As always, I am glad not to be in your head, Brommy', the animal gnarls.

'Too late', I say. 'You always have been and always will be in my head.'


And the fortune cookie says,

Whenever I see a cookie,
I can't get it out of my mind.

Today is Wednesday, the 10th of March 2021

🌨 🌨 🌨 🌨 🌨

And the protagonist says,
Keep on doing it the milky way.

And,
There is no need for inventing an antagonist for me.

Longer Pimples …

Letting in the Jungle - Solace for Tired Feet

* Are there dragons in the jungle, dude?

- Not that I have heard of, animal.

* Where have all the dragons gone?

- They disappeared in history or fairy tales, I suppose, animal.

* Never tickle a dragon in his sleep.

- If you say so… And never laugh about a dragon while he is still alive.

* Never laugh at live dragons, Bromford you fool. Do you think you can stretch this dragon talk to Wednesday's blockblog post, dude?

- Definitley not. And I swear to Great Scott that the fortune cookie saying is absolutely and totally coincidential.



And the fortune cookie says,

Why is Monday so far away from Friday
and Friday so close to Monday?

Today is Monday, the 8th of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

And the protagonist says,
Keep on doing it the milky way!

And the antagonist asks,
What the heck are you doing here, protagonist?

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 146

Today is Sunday, the 7th of March 2021.

A flock of sheep met a hedgehog that kissed a hound dog which turned into a bullfrog.

This is way to animalistic.

"A Girl In Bromford"

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt

Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt

I'm not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in Bromford

Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone
She lay on her lawn, spun and alone
And, when the morning sun it rose
Upon Marie in her lacy clothes

It lit her up, and she walked around
The winding streets of Camden Town
She doesn't know who she wants to be
And if I knew, I'd tell Marie

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in Bromford

Cindy tells me she's had fun
Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
Up in her room the records spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin

She lifts a sleeve and she sees a name
And she's got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you can't see
It's just between that name and Cindy

And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away
She's telling me, inside her car
Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar

"I lost it there, I fell from health
Cut some fresh pieces from myself."
And then, for a second, something in me
Said, "Leave today. It's time, Holly."

Well, I'm a weak and lonely sort
Though I'm not sailing just for sport
I've come to feel, out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me

I'm just a guest. I'm not a part
With my tender head, with my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Have made me empty, cold, and clear. Pour yourself into me

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the ladykilling sort
Enough to hurt a girl in Bromford

Longer Friends …

Let's Rock - Ten

Suddenly Saturday. You are looking forward to it all week long and when it's there it is already over.

Are you alright, llama?

Lukewarm water - normal cycle.

I put my book aside.
Yes, I know what you are thinking.
Bromford and books? Who do you want to fool?
No way.

Llama?

Do not bleach. Do not tumble dry.

I beg your pardon.

Line dry. Do not iron.

What are you talking about?

Do not dry clean.

Animal!

How to handle a llama without shrinking it. We have to chase the hyenas out of Pride Land. Baboons, there are baboons every where.

Go to bed, llama. Those must be side-effects of your vaccination.


And the fortune cookie says,

Volcanoes are the pimples of the earth.

Today is Saturday, the 6th of March 2021

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

And the protagonist says,

Never forget, keep on doing it the milky way.

Longer Directions …

Lens - Ten Thirteen

* Bromford?

- Yes, animal.

* My buttocks hurts, dude.

- You have just got your annual immunization, animal. That is perfectly normal.

* I don't like syringes. And I don't like Doctor Struggles.

- Stay healthy, animal.

* Dessine-moi un mouton, Bromford.

- What?

* Draw me a sheep, dude.

- I don't want to pull a sheep, animal. What about an alpaca?

* Whatever floats your boat, dude. Thank you. Did I tell you that my butt hurts?

 

Δ~~Δ

ξ ՞ਊ ՞ξ
ξ　~ ξ
ξ　　 ξ
ξ　　  “~～~～〇
ξ　　　　　　 ξ
ξ   ξ   ξ~～~ξ   ξ
ξ_ξξ_ξ　ξ_ξξ_ξ

 

And the fortune cookie says,

Never forget a friend.

Especially if he owes you something.

Today is Tuesday, the 2nd of March 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

The protagonist keeps marching on.