Longer In Your Own Hands …

 
The elevator is still broken.

BING!



And the fortune cookie says,

Someone who annoys you
is doing so without intent.

Today is Tuesday, the 30th of November 2021.

🚎🚎🚎🚎🚎

»Call me by your name, Ant«, the protagonist says.

»Antagonist?« asks the antagonist.

»No«, the protagonist says, »I am sorry. For a split second I thought your name was Anthony, Ant. But you are not Anthony. I am Anthony. You are the antagonist in this play. It is time for us to leave the rocking chairs on the porch and to take over our parts in the story.«

»I do not want to be the antagonist in all of this«, says the antagonist in a sad tone.

»Come, on, Joe«, the protagonist says. »We all have our baggage to carry. We all have our parts to play.«

»I am Joe?« asks the antagonist. »Joe Darque?«

»I think so«, the protagonist says.

»The man in black?« asks the antagonist.

»I am afraid that's what you are«, the protagonist says.

»Well then«, says the antagonist, »see you on the other side, brother.«

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 187

Today is Sunday, the 28th of November 2021.

What is a heron at the heron house?
And what is the disturbance at the heron house?
Think about it or ask R.E.M. or in your R.E.M. sleep.
A heron is a fisher.
A trout is a fish.

🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩

 

🕯

"Bromford"


Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy
I'll make you turn over into my little boy


Y'see, I'm going somewhere
I don't know what I'm gonna do when, when I get there
You know money's a thing your only inspiration
And your only meaning


You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind


Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Bromford wall
Mend that fight, it's all twisted through them
If you ain't rich then you won't go to the ball


Having mercy and licking up love
And moving through your ocean like I've never had enough
Y'see, you ain't all I want
You're everything and more that I have ever hoped for


You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in mind


Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Bromford wall
Mend that fight, it's twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball


You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball


You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball


Well you must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind


Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a number 10 wall
Mend that fight, it's twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball, no more


You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball


You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball


Yeah, if you ain't got nothing, oh nothing
You'll never go there, you'll never go there
Oh, if you ain't got nothing, oh nothing
You'll never go there, you'll never go there


I tried to make you see
I tell you I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money was a thing that I believed in


I tried to make you see
I tell you, I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money


You know I may
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money


You'll never go there
Money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
You'll never go there
Money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money

Longer Obstacles …

Please Stand By


Bedtime Is Here


Lessons In Time Travel


Chapter 13


All Past Is Future


When Going Back In Time Remember The Present Is Not Just A Date It's A Feeling


Feel No Shame About The Past No Anxiety About The Future


Every Negative Can Be Changed To Positive Once You Know How.


Don't Trust The Mustache!


Nostalgia Is Your Enemy.


Don't Think Of The Past.


While Listening To Music.


There Is No Perfect Future.


Time Is Not A River.


Time Is A Jungle Filled With Monsters.


Follow The Screaming Flower. 🥀


Find The Orange Fish. 🐠


Follow The Submarine. Follow The Yellow Submarine. 🛸


And the fortune cookie says,

You have everything in your own hands.

Today is Wednesday, the 24th of November 2021.

🛩🛩🛩🛩🛩🛩

»Time Travel?« the antagonist asks.

»Don't ask«, says the protagonist.

Longer Is Simples …

This is the end. The beginning. The end. What it all means is not for us to know. It is for history to decide. All we can do is play the parts as written. All we can know is ourselves.

Can you hear the desert sing?
I am not alone.

Sooner or later we will all meet our Jim Lindsay. And he will ask us what we have done. And what will you say? Will you confess?

We could also call our Jim Lindsay Joe Black. Sooner or later we will all have our rendezvous with Joe Black. Or our date with Jane White, whatever you prefer. It is inevitable.

I don't know what I am writing here. My eyes just feel sore and fall shut in shorter turns.

Bedtime is an ocean, not a river. Now you understand the true meaning of bedtime.



And the fortune cookie says,

You can also overcome an obstacle by avoiding it.

Today is Monday, the 22nd of November 2021.

🏜🏝🏜🏝🏜🏝🏜

»Please Stand By«, the antagonist says.

»Bedtime Is Here«, says the protagonist.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 186

Today is Saturday, the 20th of November 2021.

Flamingos are gay herons.
Just one little change and flamingos are gay heroes.

💔🧡💛💚💙💜

"Bromford"

I fell in love again
All things go, all things go
Drove to Bromford
All things know, all things know
We sold our clothes to the state
I don't mind, I don't mind
I made a lot of mistakes
In my mind, in my mind

I drove to New York
In a van with my friend
We slept in parking lots
I don't mind, I don't mind
I was in love with the place
In my mind, in my mind
I made a lot of mistakes
In my mind, in my mind

You came to take us,
All things go, all things go
To recreate us
All things grow, all things grow
We had our mind set
All things know, all things know
You had to find it

All things go, all things go

All things go

If I was crying,
In the van with my friend
It was for freedom
From myself and from the land
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes
I made a lot of mistakes

You came to take us,
All things go, all things go
To recreate us
All things grow, all things grow
We had our mind set
All things know, all things know
You had to find it
All things go, all things go

Longer Fall Easiers …

What is it? Is it a dead spider or just an empty shell and the living spider is still on the run somewhere in this room, under the bed, behind the wardrobes?

Do NOT bring injured or orphaned wildlife to Mass Audubon wildlife sanctuaries.

And the fortune cookie says,

The truth is simple!

Today is Sunday, the 14th of November 2021.

🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷

»Why indeed should we welcome you, Master Stormcrow? Láthspell I name you, Ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest they say«, the antagonist says.

Life is a circle. I remember.

The world is falling apart. The cracks are getting bigger and deeper. What if we will not be able to mend them? Everything will be broken and devided. No healing, no reunion. Mark my words. Hear, hear. And listen to my warning. I am a prophet not a philosopher. And without understanding hearing is not listening. Oh, how I hate these dark seasons…

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 185

Today is Friday, the 12th of November 2021.

Red crabs give flamingos their pinkish red colour.
The more they eat the redder their feathers get.

BINGO!

🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜🐜

"Still Snowing In Bromford"

I'm walking on my own it's 1993

The heavy snow is falling like an angel over me

I see it all through a video camera filter

It feels so real like cheap golden glitter

 

There are no holes in my recollections

Time has stopped and is perfectly frozen

Those days may never come again

My optimism resembles a dying flame

 

It's still snowing, snowing in Bromford

Still breaking in my heart

It couldn't last without the hurt - without the hurt

 

We flew into the darkness and landed in the night

Through clouds and fog we glimpsed the neon lights

With make-up running eyes turned towards the sky

Our hands all gripped together holding on so tight

 

We put our bodies on the line

Built a mountain we could never climb

How could four become so strong

Yet break and leave too soon

 

It's still snowing, snowing in Bromford

Still breaking in my heart

The four of us against the world, against the world

Longer Give Ups …

»I am tired.«

I am lying in the hammock in the living-room of my penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartmenthouse on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

»Aren't you tired of writing this all the time?«

I am not alone. There is someone with me in the twilight of an early Tuesday morning. Kylie, I think. But I am too tired to fully open my weary eyes.

»What do you mean?« I ask.

»… in the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside…«

»How do you know? I haven't written it, yet. I thought it but I did not write it down.«

»You look so pale, Brom«

Her voice through the mists of headache.

»It is kind of exhausting to leave your body, you know«, I try to explain.

»Why do we have a hammock in the living-room, if you don't mind me asking?«

»Banana hammock?«

»Let me kiss your eyes, Brom. That and a sip from this glass of water will let you sleep a sleep of recovery and healing.«

Is she sitting right next to me in the hammock holding my head? The rocking is making me sick. The living-room turns into some kind of boat dancing on the waves in the bay in a roaring autumn storm.

»I kiss your eyes.«

Close, too close. She is too close.

»LLAMA!!!«

And the fortune cookie says,

Things will fall easier into place than you think.

Today is Tuesday, the 9th of November 2021.

🩳 🩳 🩳 🩳 🩳

»The stewing-gum box is almost empty«, the antagonist shrieks.

»Chewing…«, answers the protagonist.

»No, thank you«, the antagonist replies,. »I am not hungry at the moment. Aren't you at least a little bit worried, that the stewing- gum box will be empty after only two more time?«

Longer Luck Acceptings …

Dark is the night, darker are the days.

Why does it feel like November is almost over? A peculiar strange feeling ...

I open my eyes, yes, my eyes. I am back in my body again.

»It is not that time of year to lie around on a sun lounger by some poolside«, I say to Kylie and the animal. »Can't you feel it's way too cold? What kind of friends are you?«

»You are an idot, Bromford Bibble!« Kylie is giving me a punch on the arm. »Let's go inside.«

And the fortune cookie says,

You don't lose unless you give up.

Today is Friday, the 5th of November 2021.

🎞🎞🎞🎞🎞

»Why wasn't Jojo Rabbit filmed in New Zealand?« asks the antagonist. »Isn't it an New Zealandian movie?«

»Is it?« the protagonist says.

»The director, Taika Waititi, is from New Zealand«, says the antagonist. »And one of the actresses who played Elsa, the girl behind the walls, is from New Zealand, too.«

»Scarlett Johansson is not from New Zealand«, the protagonist says. »Neither is Sam Rockwell nor Alfie Allen.«

»I have read they shot scenes in cities in the Czech Republic«, says the antagonist, »because they still looked like German cities before and during the Second World War.«

»OK«, the protagonist asks, »so why don't you ask yourself why they did not shoot in Germany where German cities should look like German cities. And what do you think do New Zealandish cities look like?«

»I think they look like Hobbiton or Bree«, says the antagonist. »Don't they say New Zealand was the home of Middle-earth?«

»See, Ant«, the protagonist says, »there is your answer why they did not film in New Zealand. But I am not so sure, Ant. Not at all. I really doubt it, Ant.«

»Why do you always have to be such a spoilsport, Prot?«