Bromford and Piglet - Part 1

 

* Oh, no! Not again! Is that another
food thing? Are you hungry,
Mr. Brom?

- No, llama, you monster! Just look at
these eyes and ears and the pinky
skin and the little snout. Isn't it the
cutest and cuddliest piglet you have
ever seen? I think it's time for you to
pack your bags and search for a new
accommodation.

* No, thank you, dude. I do not have
problems with my accumulators. And
let's just wait through Piglet - Part 2.
The big end is still to come…

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Today is Saturday, the 27th of April 2024.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 286 / Pink Moon …

 

Today is Wednesday, the 24th of April 2024.

Today is full moon, Morla the Ancient One from the Swamps of Sadness says, Pink Moon. We know it but we don't care. It's full moon and city quiz day, two things at the same time. You humans always want everything at once, the best of both worlds.

Morla the Ancient One from the Swamps of Sadness is holding back a giant sneeze by taking in a deep breath.

But you cannot have it all at once. We know it, but we don't care. You can't have your cake and eat it too. But it doesn't matter.

And after taking in more short breaths … ah … ah … ah … the giant sneeze breaks free in a splashing wave of fluids …

ATCHOOOOOO !!!

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"I Took a Pill In Bromford"

I took a pill in Bromford
To show Avicii I was cool
And when I finally got sober, felt 10 years older
But fuck it, it was something to do
I′m living out in LA
I drive a sports car just to prove
I'm a real big baller cause I made a million dollars
And I spend it on girls and shoes

But you don′t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don't wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don′t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing

All I know are sad songs, sad songs

Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

I′m just a singer who already blew his shot
I get along with old timers
'Cause my name′s a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can't keep a girl, no

′Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut 'em all loose and work′s my excuse
But the truth is I can't open up

But you don't wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don′t ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don′t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing

All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

I took a plane to my hometown
I brought my pride and my guitar
All my friends are all gone but there's manicured lawns
And the people still think I'm a star
I walked around downtown
I met some fans on Lafayette
They said tell us how to make it 'cause we're getting real impatient
So I looked 'em in the eye and said

You don't wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don't wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing

All that I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all that I know are sad songs, sad songs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pink Moon

Yes, I′m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won't have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry

Bromford and Quokka ...

 

The llama is sitting on the roof-terrace of our penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666, Whitaker Lane, in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, and playing the pan flute.

»Look who is silly now«, the animal says, »silly and all stereotypistic. As if llamas could play pan flutes.«

»What about all those rumours about animal societies?« I ask.

»Spreading, dude, still spreading.«

»And?« I ask. »Do you still think all animals are dangerous?«

The llama keeps on chewing the wild wine growing and hanging from the outer walls of the penthouse. And it is nodding to my question.

»But look at today's picture«, I say. »Look who I met today.«

»What kind of animal is that?« the llama aks.

I say, »It may not be man's best friend but maybe the friendliest animal in the world.«

»Yeah, it seams to be grinning, but what is it, dude?«

»Never met a quokka before, llama?«

The llama is shaking its head.

»OK«, it says after a few moments of thinking, »it is grinning. And it is grinning with you. It might kill you last.«

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Today is Sunday, the 21st of April 2024.

Bromford and Dog ...

 

»Do you still think it is a good idea?«

»What is a good idea, llama?«

»Searching for a new animal companion, dude.«

»As I said, llama, I am looking for a change. And this picture reminds me of my old dog Sparky back on the farm in Minnesota. I wonder if he still lives there with all those rabbits and guinea pigs of mine on that animal farm in the North with Farmer Frank where Ma and Pa brought him when he got sick.«

»This seams so wrong in so many ways. The old legend of the farms for old and sick animals in the North with endless vacations and happiness on cloudy hills.«

»I don't know what you are talking about, you walking and talking llama.«

»Again, you are looking younger on that picture, skinnier and why is your hair black, dude?«

»Artistic freedom, animal, artistic freedom. And is there another than the obvious reason that makes you think it is no good idea to search for a new animal companion?«

»There are rumours, dude, rumours from the sewers. Something is going on in the animal society. Something is going to happen. And you still think dogs are man's best friends? Never heard about Cujo, the murderous Saint Bernard, or Blondie, Adolf Hitler's dog?«

»Don't be silly, llama.«

»Don't say, I didn't warn you.«

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Today is Thursday, the 18th of April 2024.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 286

Today is Tuesday, the 16th of April 2024.

They live in the sewers

and they too work for the SLAS.

And one day in a hot summer night...

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"Bromford"

The wolves look to the moon
And the ocean to the sky
I′ve lookes to my whole life
Now I have to say goodbye

But to say that I've lost you
It′s a selfish thing to say
I've never seen nothing as beautiful
As watching you slip away


I'd rather see you go in the arms of your angels
Than to keep you right here with me
I′ll meet you on the other side of the Bromford
Now let your soul go free
You did it all with feeling
And failure, you took it gracefully
You said third star to the right
And straight on until morning
When you ned me, you know
That′s where I'll be

Now the rest of my life without you
Right now it′s hard to conceive
You said, don't cry form me now
You′ve got to remember
Ther is no death fot those that belive

I'd rather see you go in the arms of your angels
Than to keep you right here with me
I′ll meet you on the other side of the Bromford
Now let your soul go free

Bromford and Chicken …

»Disgusting«, the animal says.

I am dancing around the kitchen counter listening to a band called Brussels Sprouts or something like that on my in-ear headphones.

»Hop-Frog, Dancing Dog, Albuquerque.«

The llama is frowning at me.

»And butchering lyrics, aren't you, dude?«

I take the plug out of one ear.

»What did you say, animal?«

The animal is taking its used mug to the sink.

»You are disgusting, human. A real meat-eating predator.«

»Hot-Spot, Frumpy Log, Albuquerque.«

»I don't know what you are talking about, animal.«

The llama's mug clatters into the sink.

»Chicken wings, dude! I am talking about chicken wings. How dare you take a picture with the animal and the consumable product at the same time?«

»Hmm«, I am wondering aloud, »Which came first: the chicken or the wing?«

»If you are only searching for a new animal companion to eat it, I am glad you are searching for a new animal companion.«

And in a frumpy fury - where do all these words come from? - the animal is leaving the kitchen of the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666, Whitaker Lane, in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

»It is for a change«, I am calling to the llama, »it is just for the change, animal!«

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Today is Wednesday, the 10th of April 2024.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 285

Today is Monday, the 8th of April 2024.

WE DID IT.

The squirrel was confused. Who did what?

WE ATE THE SUN.

One of the green lizards winked and whispered from under the stones.

Read the headlines, the lizard said.

TOTAL ECLIPSE ACROSS NORTH AMERICA.

WE DID IT.
THE ARMY OF THE
8 LIZARDS

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"Hey Bromford!"

Guess what! Summer's arrived I feel the world's on my side
The Brooklyn Bridge stretches below me
A billion souls all dying to know me
Well here I am! Loaded with promise
And knee deep in grace
What I want is here on my face and
I feel like I own the whole damn place

Hey Bromford! Here I am! Call me star-struck Uncle Sam
Strolling Fifth Avenue - just to think Sinatra's been here too
These myths we can't undo they lie in wait for you
We live them till they're true
Bromford doobie doo. Hey Bromford doobie doo

Someday's you've got to get outside - look there's "The Carlyle"
That's the place where Kennedy stayed
And where were you when he died?
(Yeah some things are slow to fade)
There they were - loaded with promise
Knee deep in fate - when what you want shows on your face
All that's left litters the whole damn place

Hey Bromford! Here I am! Call it bad luck Uncle Sam
Scrounging Fifth Avenue - just to think the poor could live here too
But what are they to do? These myths belong to you
We live them till they're true
Bromford doobie doo, hey Bromford doobie doo

Bromford and Unicorn ...

 

* My dear Bromford, dude …

- What is it, my dear llama, animal?

* Are you a white horse now, dude?

- Not that I know of. Why are you asking?

* Just look at this picture! There is a white horse - must be Bromford. And the unicorn is that blue-haired and not so well shaved guy in suit and tie.

- Artificial intelligence. It is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.

* Gorrest Fump…

- Animal, what tells you that I will not have my hair dyed blue, that I will not have a body modification by having a single horn implanted on my forehead? And afterwards I could invite a white horse for an interview to become my new animal companion.

* You could, dude. But just because you could, should you?

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Today is Friday, the 5th of April 2024.