Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 192

Today is Friday, the 28th of January 2022.

Gaurs and wild water buffalos are not one of a kind.

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"Bromford"

Ran down and the lady said it

It got torn down

And the priest just said

It got burned

They give me five years five years

It's my turn

Ran down and the lady said it

It got torn down

And the priest just said

It got burned

They give me five years five years

It's my turn

Oh Bromford

Oh Bromford

Getting tired of you doing this to me

I'm gonna hit you if you say that to me

One more time

I want to see you

And you're saying you're busy

I want to stop it

And you said it would be easy

It sure takes time

Hope your next time

Gonna be the last time

Hope you don't two-time

It'll be the best time

There won't be no next time

It's show time

I hope you do

What you said

When you swore

You'd make it better

Deliver all the letters

On time

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford

Babbles …

»There is always Christmas beyond North Pole.«

»Phuuu! Who wants that? Christmas is family and family is hell.«

»Kylie is your family, dude. You are not seriously calling the mother of all your kids Hell! How can you say that?«

»Wait a minute, animal. What? You are not seriously thinking that I am Nigel's father, are you?«

»You are not?«

»Most certainly not, animal.«

»Ah, you humans! You all look the same to me.«

»Llama, we have to do something.«

»Do what, dude?«

»I don't know. Just… some… things.«

»Let's have diner and later watch a movie or a series episode or two or more.«

»But what are we doing? Where is the point?«

»What point?«

»The point in all of this?«

»I don't think there is a point. There are only commas.«

»Sometimes it feels like comas to me.«

»Karma comas? «

»Karmacoma... Jamaica and Roma?«

»We should stop now before we start making sense.«

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Today is Thursday, the 13th of January 2022.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 191

Today is Thursday, the 20th of January 2022.

Tigers look green to gaurs. Think about it.

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"Bromford"

I can see
Bromford
The sleepy morning sun
I can see
Bromford
Our race is almost run
Somewhere in
Bromford
To the beach at dawn
Imagine me
In Bromford
With palm trees on a lawn

When I come in from the rainstorm
I felt pure sentiment
But I found how one can miss
The whisper of a friend

I can see
Bromford
The sleepy morning sun
I can see
Bromford
Our race is almost run

Your brightness that I loved so well
Did not teach me how to soothe
Flamboyance makes a pretty shell
Disguising darker truth

I can see
Bromford
The sleepy morning sun
I can see
Bromford
Our race is almost run
Somewhere in
Bromford
To the beach at dawn
Bromford
Let us be
Shadows on a lawn

If you lose your resting place
You can always walk with me
Be the wind against my face
Eternity is very lonely
I can see
Bromford

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 190

Today is Wednesday, the 12th of January 2022.

Read it whenever you want.

I once knew a lion in Riga

Who smilded while he consumed a tiger.

And when he came back from a ride

With the tiger inside

He got stuffed by a person called Geiger.

Mark my works and not my words.

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"Bruce Wayne Interviewed On The Roof Of The Bromford Hotel, 1979"

Pull down the shades, let's kill the morning
Let's kill the morning, let it die
Will your eyes flash out a warning
But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight
Fuck long hours sick with singing
Sick with singing the same songs
In the bars, they'll soon be drinking
Let's cash my check and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, I've missed you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on every issue
Now, can I kiss you?
Don't you care how long it's been?
It has been so many years, I lived my yearning
But in every bed, it led me through
They only bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the fire grew
And now with nothing to consume
It's turned on me in my glass room
Where I'll burn, you think I'm finished
Think I'm not winning
Well, go on, assume

So, take me, I'm yours, morning starship
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the loneliest street corner
This clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine faces fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths wetly open,
But we set them sighing
We'll take them flying
And we'll take this man left almost passed out
Cause we're pretty sure he needs a hand
He says he can't stand
And when we pick him up
He asks us where this ship will land
But he knows we know it isn't coming down
He knows we know we'll fly so far
Til finally stars hold him in all around
Til he forgets the ground
Til he forgets the crawling way
Real people sometimes are

Eachs …

»Bromford?«

»Not calling me Dude, animal?«

»Still not calling me by my name KussKuss? I am not that kissing monster I used to be anymore, Bromford.«

»Don't believe you.«

»Bromford?«

»Yes, animal?«

»I miss those fortune cookies.«

»Well, no fortune, no cookies. But I have to admit, I miss them, too.«

»And, Bromford, I miss protagonist and antagonist.«

»When did you ever inact with them - except those few times in the pre-Christmas phase?«

»Once or twice. Can't you bring them back? Please? Pretty please?«

»Don't show me your yellow llama teeth, animal. They kind of repel me, you know?«

»And I miss those cryptical messages.«

»What cryptical messages?«

»The likes of

Just One More to Fill the Gaps - The Book of Nora

or

Laura Is the One - The Book of Kevin. «

»Kevin might be home alone.«

»What?«

»Nothing. Never mind. Maybe there is a cryptical message hiding in here somewhere.«

»In where, Bromford?«

»Inside this blockblog of mine, animal. No animals were harmed in the making of this blockbog.«

»I don't think so, dude.«

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Today is Friday, the 7th of January 2022.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 189

Today is Tuesday, the 4th of January 2022.

Read it wherever you want.

At the end of times sheep will lay with lions. Mark my words and not my works.

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"Bromford"



I'm surrounded, each doorway covered
By at least twenty men
And they're going to take me, throw me in prison
I ain't coming back again
I ain't coming back again



When I was younger, handsomer and stronger
I felt like I could do anything
But all of these people making all these faces
Didn't seem like my kith and kin
Didn't seem like my kith and kin



Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade
I guess you could say he was my best friend
Lived in a big tall house out on Bromford
Where we would hide when the rain rolled in
Where we would hide when the rain rolled in



We went out one night and took a flashlight
Out with these two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian
One was named Laurie, that's what the story
Said next week in the Guardian
Said next week in the Guardian



And when I killed her it was so easy
That I wanted to kill her again
I got down on both of my knees and
She ain't coming back again
She ain't coming back again



Now, with all these cameras focused on my face
You'd think they could see it through my skin
They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but
Evil don't look like anything
Evil don't look like anything



Evil don't look like anything
Evil don't look like anything
Evil don't look like anything
Evil don't look like anything



Evil don't look like anything
Evil don't look like anything

Rabbis …

»Do you know the term clickbaiting?«

»Rabbis is a clickbaiting title? Is that what you want to say, animal?«

»Stop reading my mind, human.«

»I am not reading your mind. I am writing your mind, animal.«

»Hey, look! Today is the first Monday of the year 2022.«

»Calm down, animal. Saturday was the first Saturday and Sunday the first Sunday. I wonder when you will find out that this whole first-thing-this-year is worn out.«

»Why so grumpy, human?«

»Maybe I am still a little hangover in Hannover.«

»Hanover, Pennsylvania, dude?«

»Whatever you like, camel. Whatever you like.«

»Your life is full of duplicated repetitions,dude.«

Today is Monday, the 3rd of January 2022.

Gabs …

Another year.

Another fear.

Another tear.

Do you want to have another beer?

This language does not make much sense.

Why doesn't the bear sound like beer?

Why is the bear like bare?

Why does the bear rhyme with hare?

There is an animal fable hidden in here somewhere.

When the bear met the hare and the hare ate that bear, where was that mare?

I took the blue pill.

Come on, matrix.

Give me my perfect virtual world to make me stand my battery life.

Reality shines through.

Come on, machines.

Who created this so-called reality?

Who wanted this whole pandemic virus thing and all its variants?

Alpha to omicron.

How many letters are left there in this alphabet?

Grey, this virtual reality is grey.

Another year?

The new one same as the old one.

Who said every cloud had a silver lining and what is that supposed to mean?

Today is Saturday, the 1st of January 2022.

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