Longer Places …

 

Bromford Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
Bromford Bridge is falling down
My fair lady…

- Are you alright, dude?

# We should have made
Travel the red marked and
recurring word of the last
blockblog post.

- What are you talking about, dude?

# The tree is too high.

- What tree?

# The Christmas tree. It does not fit
in this room. Or maybe the ceiling is
too low?

- Christmas tree, dude?
This is the end of May.
Why are you talking about Christmas trees?

# Everyone wants to have the biggest
Christmas tree for their apartments for
Christmas. But what can you do when the
ceiling is too low or the tree to big or to high
to climb it right to the top? Animal, the world
keeps changing and I don't know whether
I can stand it or not.

- OK, dude.


And the fortune cookie says,

I have not forgotten our wedding day -
I have successfully suppressed it!

Today is Monday, the 31st of May 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

Ever heard about Crappington, Missouri, the protagonist asks.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 158

Today is Sunday, the 30th of May 2021.

When will Black Panther fight Cheetah in this universe?
Will we see this in this century? Gods only know ...

Oh God, Where Are You Now?
(In Pickerel Lake? Pigeon? Bromford? Mackinaw?)

Oh God, hold me now
Oh Lord, hold me now
There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what you can to anoint my head

Oh God, where are you now?
Oh Lord, say somehow
The devil is hard on my face again
The world is a hundred to one again

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

Oh God, hold me now
Oh God, touch me now
There's no other man who could save the dead
There's no other God to place our head

Would the righteous still remain?
Would my body stay the same?

There's no other man who could raise the dead
So do what you can to anoint my head

Oh God, hold me now
Oh Lord, touch me now

Longer Skills …

Welcome to the Bromford Labs where the future is being made today, the site of scientific enquiry, technological breakthroughs, and sundry explosions.

No ideas?

YEAH !!!
NO IDEAS !!!

🙄🙄🙄

And the fortune cookie says,

AB will travel to many places.

Today is Saturday, the 29th of May 2021

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

The protagonist has to make a statement.

Disclaimer:

The blockblogger collected fortune cookie sayings and everytime these were connected to a name because he read them in an personalised online game he replaced them by various letter combination like AB, CD, EF, GH, IJ, KL, MN, OP, QR, ST, UV, WX, YZ. The AB combination connected to this saying on this special day is more, so much more than coincidental. Really. Really. Everything is connected.

The antagonist is rolling his ... whatevers. 😈😈😈

Longer Whos …

"I'm so tired
I haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired
My mind is on the blink…"

The past few days were filled with pentecosts - whatever that means.

And the fortune cookie says,

You will go far thanks to your skills.

Today is Tuesday, the 25th of May 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

The protagonist says, 'We have only left ideas for another 14 weeks of posting or so.'

The antagonist says, 'Did you mean 14 weaks? And I do not think that is true. There are still some more ideas in the box.'

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 157

Today is Sunday, the 23rd of May 2021.

I think a black panther saw the elephants dancing. Ask Mowgli.
Hey, Mowgli is some sort of protagonist.

"Radio Bromford"

Suffer not your neighbor's affliction
Suffer not your neighbor's paralysis
But extend your hand Extend your hand
Lest you vanish in the city and be but a trace
Just a vanished ghost and your legacy
All the things you knew Science, mathematics, thought
Severely weakened like irrigation systems
In the tired veins forming From the Tigris and Euphrates
In the realm of peace all the world revolved
All the world revolved Around a perfect circle
City of Bromford City of scholars
Empirical humble Center of the world
City in ashes City of Bromford
City of Bromford Abrasive aloof

Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep
Deep in the veins of the great rivers
That form the base Of Eden
And the tree the tree of knowledge
Held up its arms to the sky
All the branches of knowledge All the branches of knowledge
Cradling Cradling
Civilization In the realm of peace
All the world revolved Around a perfect circle
Oh Bromford Center of the world
City of ashes with its great mosques
Erupting from the mouth of god rising from the ashes like
A speckled bird Splayed against the mosaic sky
Oh, clouds around We created the zero
But we mean nothing to you you would believe
That we are just some mystical tale we are just a swollen belly
That gave birth to Sinbad, Scheherazade We gave birth
Oh, oh, to the zero the perfect number
We invented the zero and we mean nothing to you
Our children run through the streets
And you sent your flames your shooting stars
Shock and awe shock and awe
Like some, some imagined warrior production
Twenty-first century no chivalry involved
No Bushido

Oh, the code of the West Long gone
Never been Where does it lie?
You came, you came Through the west
Annihilated a people And you come to us
But we are older than you You come you wanna
You wanna come and rob the cradle
Of civilization And you read yet you read
You read Genesis You read of the tree
You read of the tree Beget by god
That raised its branches into the sky Every branch of knowledge
Of the cradle of civilization

Of the banks of the Tigris and the Euphrates
Oh, in Mesopotamia Aloofness ran deep
The face of Eve turning What sky did she see
What garden beneath her feet The one you drill
You drill Pulling the blood of the earth
Little droplets of oil for bracelets Little jewels
Sapphires You make bracelets
Round your own world We are weeping tears
Rubies We offer them to you
We are just Your Arabian nightmare
We invented the zero But we mean nothing to you
Your Arabian nightmare

City of stars City of scholarship
Science City of ideas
City of light City
City of ashes That the great Caliph
Walked through His naked feet formed a circle
And they built a city A perfect city of Bromford
In the realm of peace And all the world revolved
And they invented And they mean nothing to you
Nothing to you Nothing

Go to sleep Go to sleep my child
Go to sleep And I'll sing you a lullaby
A lullaby for our city A lullaby of Bromford
Go to sleep Sleep my child
Sleep Sleep...
Run Run...

You sent your lights Your bombs
You sent them down on our city Shock and awe
Like some crazy t.v. show

They're robbing the cradle of civilization
They're robbing the cradle of civilization
They're robbing the cradle of civilization

Suffer not The paralysis of your neighbor
Suffer not But extend your hand

 

Longer Fors …

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Very often lately to be honest.

Heaven opens the gates for an other soul when this happens, they say.

'He really does not know what to write', I can hear the llama-shaped dragon head say.

'Let him sleep', the Kylie voice answers, 'he's on holiday.'

'We have to invent a new mysterious heading for this blockblog post', says the Nigel head. 'What about

The Hearing And The Sense of Balance -

On Hearing The First Cuckoo In Spring.'

'Na', says the llama, 'that's not the same.'

And the fortune cookie says,

Success is in the hands of those who want it.

Today is Wednesday, the 19th of May 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

It is time for another update, the protagonist says.
We won't be available for the next eight hours or so.
Open up your window wide.

Longer Constructions ...

Off Ramp - On the Wings of Love

Fly on the wings of love.
Fly Baby Fly.

It is raining again. The spring of 2021 starts late and wet. What will we say about the second year of the COVID pandemic, the roaring twenties of the twenty-first century? Breaking the waves. Riding the waves. Drowning in the waves?

"Bromford?"

Three-headed dragon is speaking my name in a distance. But is this really my name?

"Dude?"

"Bromford, I am going to leave the apartment now."

What should I do with this information?

"And when I will return on Wednesday, I hope everything is back to normal again."

Don't we all hope for normalness?

"Hope is not the right word, dude. I demand everything is normal again than."



And the fortune cookie says,

KussKuss longs for a cookie.

Today is Monday, the 17th of May, 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

An ultimatum is never a good plot-device, the protagonist thinks.
You cannot demand things to be the way you want them to be.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 156

Today is Sunday, the 16th of May, 2021.

I once saw a crocodile eat an elephant.
The elephant's dance was too heavy and too bad.

"Escape From Bromford"

You pillow talk to me about the men who try to get in between us
They buy you bags and jewelry, yeah
They think your kindness is so weak
Know you don't give it up so easy, baby
But you just wanted my attention
You just wanted my affection
You got me tattooed on your mind
You just want me all the time
We'll figure out our shit and find a way (oh, yeah)
When you say that you need space, I give you space (you space)
Girl, when you're ready, you know where I stay
When it comes to all these hoes, I'll never chase
But this world is such a, such an evil place
Man, these hoes will always find a way
'Cause when I'm on the liquor, I go crazy
And for that pussy, you know I'm a slave, yeah

Well this place is never what it seems
Take me out, BROMFORD
Take me out of BROMFORD
This place will be the end of me
Take me out, BROMFORD

Take me out of BROMFORD, yeah

Yeah
I'm in the Spyder Porsche cruisin' down the street
Black on black venom colored seats
Keanu Reeves, the way a nigga speed
Diamond cross hangin' off of me
I'm fighting for my soul, Constantine
And it's slowly burning, it was never cheap
If you see what I seen, you wouldn't sleep
I can't sleep
'Cause I got everything I wanted
Got the money, got the cars, got the ceiling with the stars
Got everything I wanted
But I'd be nothing without you
Gave you everything you wanted

Gave you power, gave you life, gave you space so you can shine
Gave you everything you wanted
But none of that matters to you, oh-oh

This place (this place) is never what it seems
Take me out, BROMFORD
Take me out of BROMFORD
(Oh, out of it, woah-oh) This place will be the end of me
Take me out, BROMFORD
Take me out of BROMFORD, yeah

Woah, no, oh, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, ooh-woah
Oh-ah, no, no, no, no, woah-woah
Oh, no, oh
Hold up

She pulled up to the studio
Nobody's watching
She closed the door and then she locked it
For me, for me
We had sex in the studio
Nobody walked in
I cut my verse and then she popped it
For me, for me
BROMFORD girls all look the same
I can't recognize
The same work done on their face
I don't criticize
She a coldhearted bitch with no shame
But her throat too fire
She got Chrome Hearts hangin' from her neck
And them shits going wild
When she ride, she hold tight
She gon' ride 'til sweat fall down her spine
She's all mine for the night
She's all mine until he calls her line

She pulled up to the studio
Nobody's watching
She closed the door and then she locked it
For me, for me
We had sex in the studio
Nobody walked in
I cut my verse and then she popped it
For me, for me
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Longer Usefulnesses …

👀👀👀

Numeric Onion in the Doubt - One

We are running out of cryptical messages for headings after seventy-one posts but only with the next one.

What about cryptical words - such as Kollobita´´rtainnen or Nusjetebn?

When the sun shines through the leaves and branches of a spring-green forest all that matters is the sea. Hug that tree. No, that seems wrong. Hack that tree. Cut it down! We need wood for our ships to conquer the new worlds. Is irony liquid iron?

Stay away from those bee-hives!


And the fortune cookie says,

The road to success is always under construction.

Today is Saturday, the 15th of May, 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

And the protagonist forgot what to think and say. 

👀👀👀

Longer Marathons …

 Northwest Passage - One of Our Senior Realtors Has Chosen to Retire

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!

Obsession by Klalvin Cein

And the fortune cookie says,

The usefulness of a cup lies in its emptiness.

Today is Tuesday, the 11th of May, 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

Protagonist?

Yes, Antagonist?

Why is it the Eleventh of March? And not the Ten-first of March?

It is May, Antagonist. March was just another typo, I think.

And why eleven and not ten-one?

Just because, Antagonist.

Narch!

And Antagonist went home with Protagonist.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 155

 


Today is Sunday, the 9th of May 2021.

An alligator met a crocodile. Said the crocodile, alligator, and the alligator, crocodile.

This wordplay does not work with these two animals. Or does it?

"Bromford Queen"

Does it go from the East to West
Body free and a body less
Come again just to start a fresh
Once again to find a home
In the moment of the meantime

Dropping in coming through the mesh
Checking in just to get it blessed
Hard to leave when it's picturesque
Find a form that's free to roam
Where you come from
Where you going

Where you come from
Where you going
Do it all then it all again
Make it up and you make a friend
Paddle on just around the bend

Find a place where you can see
All the mamas and the papas
Take a chance on a recommend
Hard as hell just to comprehend
Disbelief that I do suspend
Easy now to find a breeze

Where you come from
Where you going
Where you come from
Where you going
We all to tell her
Tell her that we love her
Bromford gets a queen
Best I've ever seen

We all want to kiss her
Tell her that we miss her
Bromford gets a queen
Best I've ever
I know you said you don't believe

In god do you still disagree
Now that it's time for you to leave
G.L.O.R.I.A.
Is love my friend
My friend

My friend
Your stylish mess of silver hair
A woman of your kind is rare
Your uniform returns to air
G.L.O.R.I.A.

Is love my friend
My friend
My friend
And now it's time for you to go
You taught me most of what I know
Where would I be without you Glo
G.L.O.R.I.A.
Is love my friend
My friend
My friend
I see you standing by the sea
The waves you made will always be
A kiss goodbye before you leave
G.L.O.R.I.A.
Is love my friend
My friend
My friend

Longer Roofs …

No-one has ever seen the Elephants dancing - Orange Sticker

The three-headed dragon is roaring in anger and breathing three-coloured fires from his three mouths and deep from his three throats.

I do not understand what they are saying. Are they talking to me?

'Are you talking to me? Are you really talking to me?'

Mary and her llama husband Joseph came to Bromford with their little cria boy but they could not find a place to stay for the night.

'No room at the inn', the inn-keepers kept saying. 'There is a big sci-fi convention in town.'

'Our patient is listening to us. I saw him moving. Look, look,' one of the dragon's heady is growling.

'Knock him out', the second one shouts out.

'Our town, our law', the third one points out.


And the fortune cookie says,

Life is a marathon, not a race.

Today is Wednesday, the 5th of May, 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

'Dungeons and dragons', the protagonist says.

'Quit your fantasies, dude', the antagonist says. 'Let your dragons be and try to escape your real-life dungeons.'

'Spoilsport!'

Longer Sweets …

No Room at the Inn - Our Town, Our Law

This dragon has got three heads.

Every head has a face and a personality of its' own.

Every head has got its' own name.

The first head's name is Kylie, the second's Nigel.

The third name is KussKuss but no one wants to speak it out loud because no one wants to kisskiss a llama.

And the heads keep talking to and discussing with each others.

'We found an abandoned llama puppy on our doorstep', the Kylie head says.

'You mean an abandoned llama puppy followed us home', the Nigel head answers.

'Stop talking about llama puppies', the KussKuss head says. 'And they are called crias, by the way. Our patient is listening to us. I saw him moving. Look, look.'


And the fortune cookie says,

Love is just as necessary to humans
as food and a roof over their heads.

Today is Monday, the 3rd of May, 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

'When does a protagonist become a prodragonist?' wonders the antagonist.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 154

Today is Sunday, the 2nd of May 2021.

One day a Nurse Shark had a fight with an alligator. The Nurse Shark won the fight on points.

"Bromford"

I've seen so much to disgust mother take
Me into your arms how am I to protect you
There we were, now here we are
All this confusion, nothing's the same to me
There we were, now here we are
All this confusion, nothing's the same to me

I can't tell you the way I feel
Because the way I feel is oh so new to me
I can't tell you the way I feel
Because the way I feel is oh so new to me

What I heard is not what I hear
I can see the signs but they're not very clear
What I heard is not what I hear
I can see the signs but they're not very clear

So I can't tell you the way I feel
Because the way I feel is oh so new to me
I can't tell you the way I feel
Because the way I feel is oh so new to me

This is confusion, am I confusing you?
This is confusion, am I confusing you?
This is peculiar, we don't want to fool ya
This is peculiar, we don't want to fool ya

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Longer Blackouts…

 

No Knock, No Doorbell - Parade-Song of the Camp-Animals

The moon is a red eye tonight. Looks kind of Japanese. Full-moon. Now and forever. But a Saturday is no Tuesday. And sometimes a few days really make a difference.

Rodent, the world is full of rodents. Everytime I learn a new word I will have to use it in a text for my blog. I am such an artist, don't you think? Mama, I am gonna mona lease you now.

Once this whole pandemic thing is over I will start a whole new project including houses and trees and trousers and shirts and definitley no animals - for you might have noticed that there is no such thing as a walking and talking llama in reality outside my online penthouse on the rooftop above the fifteenth floor of the apartment house on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

What is a fjord?

But I will call the project - Bromsday Updates. That's for sure. And I need no sleep. At least I am avoiding it. And once you avoid sleeping you may find yourself in a very numb and kind of puffed state of mind where everything around you is muffled like packed in cotton-candy. People keep talking to you but all you hear are the deep and low frequent sounds of a tuba blowing a few tunes…

I need some sleep. It is close to midnight, again. It is one of those yellow nights when the street lights are captured and hold back by snowflakes falling in soft and silent mists. It is too late in the year for snow. Easter here again for seasons' end.

'Llama, what is wrong with Bromford?'

'I don't know, Kylie. Maybe one of his blackouts again.'



And the fortune cookie says,

KussKuss is sweet as a cookie.

Today is Saturday, the 1st of May 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

It is time to mention the cryptical messages at the blockblog posts, the protagonist thinks. No knock, no doorbell, no neighbours, no animals. But why is there a parade-song of the camp-animals? Is this Disney's Tarzan? Are the gorillas trashing the camp?

The antagonist turns off the light. Don't you see there is no use in mentioning the cryptical messages? They are only stolen headlines.