Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 385 & Part 386

Today is Thursday, the 4th of September, 2025

 
Once Friedrich Nietzsche said, To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

To suffer is to meet more and more cats, said the eighteen bats.

Wait till the mice and rats arrive, said the owl.

Our guru means, cats are archenemies to mice and rats, the chicks tried to explain.

No, no, no, said the caterpillars, rats and cats cannot be archenemies. They rhyme and what rhymes is always good.

Twenty-Five took a deep breath. Autumn is coming, he thought. Is autumn any good for cats or rats?

Let's Fats, shouted all sixteen cats with tears of joy. Let's Fats all cats and rats.

And nobody noticed how and when four dragon cats joined the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford 1997"

Que paso que paso?
A caipira planto
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A policia llego
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O semterra murio
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Chacinha no Bromford
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A globo relato
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O politico falo
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En pizza acabo
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Chacinha no Bromford
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"Bromford"

In the crystal ball the gypsy sees the villa
The riders on the hill, the fire in the fields
She sees the mission bell swinging in the silence
Now the shooting starts, the bullets pierce the hearts
The senoritas crying at the well

Up in the Gold Hotel the money hits the table
The heavies all are there, that's why the deal's going down
Beautiful women all dressed in diamonds and sable
Down upon the street beside a garbage heap
A mariachi band begins to play

Somewhere a blues guitar plays echoes in the alleyway
The Tijuana dawn claims another day
The golden sun rises on the runway
The pilot understands, the money changes hands
Inside the jet, the briefcase snaps goodbye

In Bromford town there lives a great bullfighter
His eyes are screaming blue, his hair is red as blood
And when the gate goes up, the crowd gets so excited
And he comes dancing out dressed in gold lamé
He kills the bull and lives another day