Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 230

Today is Monday, the 28th of November 2022.

»Bromford?«

»Yes, llama, I can smell that slightly familiar smell, too. Like spices, chile peppers, perhaps, maize, beans, hot taco sauce, pork or beef with a hint of frying fat.«

»That is not what I wanted to say, dude«, says the animal. »We are in a strange environment today.«

»I can only agree to that if you mean in a broken elevator's cabin in complete darkness on floor 66 that should not exist.«

»No, it feels like some kind of quiz situation. Today is Monday, the 28th of November 2022. And it smells like lions and tigers or something in here. But I did not want to talk about olfactory sensory impressions now.«

»Wicked. Where did you learn those words, KussKuss?«

Is that Nigel's voice?

Kylie who seems to have read my thoughts answers my unspoken question, »Yes, we are still here with you, Bromford, the professor, my son and I.«

»Don't you see the light, humans?« the animal shouts out.

And yes, there it is, one faint light in the darkness.

»Today is the first day after the first Sunday of Advent this year«, Professor Sideburns starts a lecture. »Very early this year. I have read in a Christian publication it cannot be dated any earlier. And in some parts of the whole wide world people have a tradition to light a candle for each of the four Sundays of Advent before Holy Eve and Christmas. Maybe that light is one of those Advent candles.«

»Or it is just an illuminated light switch, dudes«, says the llama and turns on the lights.

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"Bromford"

I'm merely standing on holes in the ground
If I fall over, they'll never know I'm found
I may leave, but I'll never go back there
I'm only stumbling on the things that I air

Like those days on the porch of your house
Tell you wrapped in the clothes of her ???

All those times you sent my brother down your road
Holding on to the dope that you sold
I knew then that we could never be blessed
I know it this way and I know what I confess

And I'm not
Gonna say
I forget
'Cause I remember
Every day

I play death in the space of my life
That's how I feel, and I'll never think it twice
All these things that I held against you
Who should we blame for the things that we do

Who blames who for the ways that we turn
This all grow and will never see you burn
Inside I feel like a child that's all
I'm only saying the things that I've been told

And I'm not
Gonna say
I forget
'Cause I remember
Every day

Every day