Bromford and Snake …

 

»Zlytherin…, « the llama hisses. »Do you think there were times when members of House Zlytherin were allowed to bring snakes to school just because they were Zlytherins? «

»Me? Are you talking to me, animal? «

»Who else should I be talking to, dude? Do you know any other former student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Aren't you Bromford Bibble, wizard and animagus who can turn into a beaver at will? «

»Moi? «

»Come on, dude. You posted this picture. There is a snake. That's the sigil of House Zlytherin, one of the four Houses of Hogwarts, the boarding school of magic. And you are dressed in the colours of House Zlytherin, black and blue. You even dyed your hair black and blue. We are back in the Harry Potter world, dude. This is your story, isn't it? You were a first year student at Hogwarts when Harry Potter returned for his final final year after Lord Voldemort was defeated. «

»Animal, there is no such thing as hidden magic in this world! Come back to reality. I am not a wizard and I cannot turn into a beaver at will. «

»So you are really thinking about taking a snake as your next animal companion? «

Are you nuts? I hate snakes. «

»OK, than what is going on here, dude? «

»First of all, animal, I was House Gryffindor, like the great Harry Potter himself. The animal of House Gryffindor is a lion. The other House is called Slytherin and not Zlytherin. And their house-colours are silver and green, not black and blue. And during Harry Potter's seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and my first one, students were allowed to bring an owl, a cat or a toad to the castle. There were no snakes allowed. «

»I knew it, I knew it, dude! You are a wizard. And you know everything about Hogwarts. «

»Sorry, animal. I don't know what you are talking about. I just look great in black and blue and with a scarf made of snakeskin, don't you think? «

The llama seems a bit frustrated by our conversation. And I pretend not to know why.

»You are not taking this seriously, dude. And nobody ever wants to talk about Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. «

»The badger in yellow and black and the eagle in blue and bronze? « I ask smirking.

»That joke was lame, « the animal says, »and that punchline did not punch at all, dude! «

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Today is Wednesday, the 25th of March 2026.

Bromford and Bat …

 

»No, dude! You cannot do that! That is so really very wrong because of so many legal and moral reasons! «

»I can help with creative image generation, but I can’t create or edit images that depict trademarked characters such as Batman or Robin, or imagery styled directly after DC’s protected characters. If you’d like, you can rephrase the idea using original characters or a non‑trademarked theme, and I can create that for you. «

That is a familiar voice coming from the chat-window on my laptop screen.

»Willy? « the animal shouts out from the other side of the room. »Is that my old chap Willy Wombat? Am I hearig Australia's most famous comic artist? Willy, old chap, what did he do to you? Did he force you to draw that strange, unpleasant and awkward picture? «

»Llama? « the voice from the laptop answers. »KussKuss, the llama? «

The llama is throwing air kisses towards the screen.

»I am sure, he did not know what he was asking for, « the wombat says, »he just wanted to have a picture of you two as superhero and his loyal companion. «

»I said, « I say, »draw me and the llama like Batman and Robin. «

»And I said, « says the wombat, »I can't create or edit images that depict trademarked characters such as… «

»I know, I know, « I interrupt. »But I said green, make the suit or the cape green, not red. «

»You see, KussKuss, old pal, « - the llama is throwing air kisses again - , »he is just being Bromford Bibble as we know and love him. But I have got to go now. There's a sandstorm coming from the Great Victoria Desert. I hope you like the images thought, Bromford. Hi, Bromford! Bye Bromford! «

»A superhero and his loyal companion? « the animal asks. »And who is the superhero and who the companion? «

»I'm Batman, « I claim in my deepest voice.

»And what is you superpower, Batman? «

»I'm rich. «

»You don't say! «

»Come closer, old pal, « I say sarcastically, »look at what Willy made and send. And I promise there is no bat and no man in it at all and after all. «

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Today is Monday, the 23rd of March 2026.

Find the differences!

Bromford and Buffalo …

 

»Three in a row, bro. «

»You never call me bro, ho! And what do mean, anyway? What three in what row? «

»Don't call me ho, bro! Always bros before hoes, dude! And I was talking about the blockblog-posts. There are three in a row, now. On Thursday, on Friday and today, on Saturday. That is unusual. «

»Stop the drama, llama. It is not unusual. In the nightmares before Christmas there are more posts and more days of bloggering in a row. «

»Excuse me, dear Sir. I just tried to be funny. «

Now the llama is acting kind of insulted and miffed.

»Ahem, gentlemen, « a voice calls from the open glass door leading to the roof terrace, »May I interrupt your joyful and amusing - yet, I must say, somewhat distracting - banter for a few minutes? «

»Woh, it's a buffalo, bro! « I exclaim.

»Sometimes you are really slow, ho, « the llama answers. »Is that your next candidate? «

The buffalo looks kind of grumpy.

And he grumbles, »Please remember, gentlemen, I am here on behalf of your ad in today's newspaper. Is the small brick‑built thing on the roof terrace the goldfish pond you are offering for sale? «

»Oh, my goodness, Bromford! « the llama shouts. »The goldfish! Have you fed the fish, lately? «

»So long, and thanks for all the fish, « I answer. »I haven't fed and seen the fish in years. «

»Do you think they evolved in their muddy waters, « the llama asks, »grew themselves some pairs of wings and flew off into the sky above Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, dude? «

»Wouldn't that be nice, animal? «

»Gentlemen! « the buffalo is really outraged now. »You obviously do not have a goldfish pond to sell. And I am definitley not interested in buying a bunch of bricks. You are wasting my time, you two. I am out! «

And he heads off across the roof of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, towards the staircases.

»Good you are taking the stairs down, Sir! « the llama shouts after the other animal. »The elevator is still broken! «

»Ah, let go the buffalo, « is all I have to add.

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Today is Saturday, the 21st of March 2026.

Bon Printemps, Bon Printemps … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 429 & Part 430

 

Today is Friday, the 20th of March 2026.

Master Twenty-Five, the six giraffes approached the owl, we are breaking a rule today.

And this rules is…? the tawny owl asked, inviting the giraffes to continue.

We are having two city-song-quizzes on two following day, the giraffes answered. That is against the rule.

If we go on like this, the fourteen speak-no-evil monkeys added, there will be a city-song-quizz every single day for the rest of the century.

Oh, this is what you are talking about, the tawny owl understood. But there's no need to worry. This is only an exception to the rule. The main purpose of our gathering today is to celebrate springtime. The two songs are only a cherry on the icing. There are so many songs, you know?

Where are the cherries? the caterpillars demanded to know.

And ice-cream? the stunt cats shouted out loud. We want ice-cream, we want ice-cream!

The tawny owl sighed.

🌼 Bon printemps, bon printemps, mes amis, he whispered. 🌼

And he thought about what Robert Frost once said, 'Poetry is what gets lost in translation.'

And nearly unnoticed, twenty bears joined the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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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"Starwood in Bromford"

It's a long way from LA to Denver
It's a long time to hang in the sky
It's a long way home to Starwood in Bromford
A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise

SPRINGTIME is rolling round slowly
Grey skies are bringing me down
I can't remember when I've ever been so lonely
I forgot what it's like to be home
Can't remember what it's like to be home

But I think on my lady's sweet memories
I think on my children's sweet smiles
I think on my home in Starwood in Bromford
All my friends and the snow covered hills
Oh, my friends are the snow covered hills

And I tell you I'm happy to be here
To share and consider this time
For I see here the shadows of changes
And a feeling of new friends to find
And I see here some new friends to find

But it's a long way from this place to Denver
It's a long time to hang in the sky
It's a long way home to Starwood in Bromford
A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise

"Bromford Town"

Before you go, back to Bromford town
Make sure your woman, she don't turn you down
Green rocky road, promenade and green
Tell me who you love

If when you get there, it's another man
Must find your way, back if you can
Green rocky road, promenade and green
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love

If when you get there, maybe you will find
When SPRING turns to summer, she may change her mind
Green rocky road, promenade and green
Tell me who you love

Could be he stopped moving, maybe settle down
If things wore doubt for you, in Bromford town
Green rocky road, promenade and green
Tell me who you love

Could be he stopped moving, ramble round and round
If things were different, here in Bromford town
Green rocky road, promenade and green
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love

Before you go, back to Bromford town
Make sure your woman, she don't turn you down
Green rocky road, promenade and green
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 427 & Part 428

 

Today is Thursday, the 19th of March 2026.

Owl, owl, owl! all chicks shouted very excitedly. The Easter bunnies are too early this year!

And they did not bring any Easter eggs, the spiders hissed disappointedly.

Stop babbling, said Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, calmly. All of you, kids. And start thinking about what Rainer Maria Rilke once wrote,

'You are not too old
and it is not too late
to dive into your increasing depths
where life calmly gives out
its own secret.'

And laughing out loud, nineteen hares joined the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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 Castle"

Cursed to kill what I love most
I love it so much that I choke it
No matter where my lover goes
I hunt them down and they don't know it

My love can't go free until I'm gone
Until I'm gone
My love still wants me, but I'm too far gone
I'm too far gone

Good intentions paved this hellish road
And bad investments and bad faith actors left me
In this oppressive cold with nowhere else to go
I told myself I'd never tell a soul
Now I told you
Knowing full well I'm marked for death because a debt is owed

Eye for eye and all that
Tall task not making contact
So you find salvation at the bottom of a shot glass
Peer out the window and see a light that you cannot have
They smile at you from outside, hope springs up then it falls back

Love is a luxury meant for others in my company
It's a book I know the ending to
And I'd change it if it were up to me
This ain't a yarn spun about monsters with sharp claws and sharper teeth
It's a cautionary tale about a lost cause with a heart that beats
It's about the impulse to destroy because you never learned to build
It's fate drowning you as a child but you fight the current still
It's a fool who never stops climbing up this ever-growing hill
That leads to nowhere
No one ever knew you, and no one knows you still

My love can't go free until I'm gone
Until I'm gone
My love still wants me, but I'm too far gone
I'm too far gone

My love still loves me, but I'm too far gone
I'm too far gone
My love still loves me, but I'm too far gone
I'm too far gone, I'm too far gone

"I Remember Bromford"

I remember redwood trees, bumper cars and wolverines
The ocean's Trident submarines
Lemons, limes and tangerines
I remember this

I remember traffic jams
Motor boys and girls with tans
Nearly was and almost rans
I remember this

History is made
History is made to seem unfair

I recall that you were there
Golden smile and shining hair
I recall it wasn't fair
Recollect it wasn't fair
Remembering it wasn't fair outside

Low ebb, high tide
The lowest ebb and highest tide
A symbol wave I must confide
I guess we took us for a ride
I guess it's just a gesture

I remember this defense
Progress fails pacific sense
All those sweet conspiracies
I remember all these things

I remember traffic jams
Motor boys and girls with tans
Nearly was and almost rans
I remember this, this

Low ebb, high tide
The lowest ebb and highest tide
I guess we took us for a ride
I guess its just a gesture.

At the end of the continent
At the edge of the continent

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 425 & Part 426

 

Today is Wednesday, the 11th of March 2026.

Are there any hamsters in China, oh Twenty-Five, our Uhu? asked the two cats with wry smiles.

He… is… not… our… Uhu…, the six snails said sadly slowly. He… is… our… guru…

No need for undue haste! the tawny owl tried to interrupt the droning snails. Let me put it this way, Yes - several species of hamsters live in China, including the well‑known Chinese hamster - Cricetulus griseus - and the Chinese striped hamster - Cricetulus barabensis. These species are native to northern China's deserts and steppes and are well‑documented in wildlife and pet‑care sources.

OK, said the two cats with wry smiles, we were only wondering.

No problem, said Twenty-Five, you are welcome. But always remember what Lao Tzu said, 'When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.'

And eleven hamsters joined the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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"

Summer bled of Bromford
Easter's heir uncrowns
Another destiny lies leeched
Upon the ground


Everybody needs someone to live by
Everybody will need someone
Everybody will need someone to live by
Rage on omnipotent


A gilded wreath on reason
The flower crushed conceives
A child of fragrance so much clearer
In legacy


Everybody needs someone to live by
Everybody will need someone
Everybody will need someone to live by
Rage on omnipotent

"Bromford, No"

Where did your long hair go?
Where is the girl I used to know?
How could you lose that happy glow?
Oh, Bromford, no

Who took that look away?
I remember how you used to say
You'd never change, but that's not true

Oh, Bromford, you
Break my heart
I want to go and cry
It's so sad to watch a sweet thing die
Oh, Bromford, why?

Could I ever find in you again
The things that made me love you so much then?
Could we ever bring 'em back once they have gone?
Oh, Bromford, no

 

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 423 & Part 424 / Worm Moon ...

 
What do you think? asked the seven wolves. Is the moon older than the mice?

The moon has been here long before mice and men, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Even before owls? asked the chicks.

Even before owls, the tawny owl confirmed.

Do you think it will work? asked the speak-no-evil-monkeys. Three mice and three million cats?

Mice will always work, the owl answered mysteriously. And now stop asking and remember what Carl Jung once said, 'What did you do as a child that made the hours pass like minutes? Herein lies the key to your earthly pursuits.'

And three mice joined the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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"

Terrorize the ones you love the most
Take a while to get back from your ghost
It's a miracle you ever left that home
Got something for nothing
Yeah you want to be alone

I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting
I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting

Reconciled to live here on your own
You hear everyone talkin' 'bout the cold
It's a miracle you ever went back home
Don't take it for granted
Yeah you want to be alone


I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting
I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting
I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting

Terrified to get out on your own
You were into being here and now you're not
Oh it's a miracle you never left that home

I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting
I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting
I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waving
I know you're waiting for me
Seen you at the bus stop waiting, at the bus stop waiting

"Bromford High"

Something on the stereo
Cuban-heeled boots, but nowhere to go
Don't let me get excited
I get a feeling, I just can't fight it
And I wanna get Bromford high

Now you're gravitating to me
With a feeling that I just can't see
A feeling I've been chasing so long
Like when they're playin' your favourite song
And you've got it all goin' on
You're calling me the craziest witch
The prettiest skirt to ever come unstitched
The pleasure of your company
It all happens so naturally
And here we go again
I wanna get Bromford high

Don't wanna be your sister
Don't wanna be your nurse
I'm feeling like the end of the night
I'm feeling like a midnight curse
I just wanna get that feeling
A feeling like the end of the world
I wanna get Bromford high

You smile so wistfully
When you step into the parlor with me
Everybody's gonna know
And it's a shame to the nth degree
You gotta start coming down
Let your high horse ride into town
And shoot this baby down
Shoot this baby down

Don't wanna be your sister
Don't wanna be your nurse
I'm feeling like the end of the night
I'm feeling like a heaven-sent curse
I just wanna get that feeling
A feeling like the end of the world
I wanna get Bromford high

I wanna get Bromford high
There's more than five ways to say goodbye
I wanna get Bromford high
I wanna get Bromford high
High, high, high

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Today is Tuesday, the 3rd of March 2026.
Worm Moon

Worm Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known
The songbird calling

Bromford and Tasmanian Devil …

 

 

»I once had a colleague… «

»That's how all absolutely true stories begin, « the llama interrupted.

»I once had a colleague who had an acquaintance who spent his summer holidays in a Southern European country. «

»It's getting better and better, « the animal says literally eating the straw in its cocktail drink.

»And the colleague's acquaintance bought a cute little black puppy dog from a street merchant and brought it home to his flat in the big Northern city. «

»You don't say, dude. «

»The puppy grew big and bigger as did its teeth. And the little fur ball got wild and wilder and destroyed everything - cushions and furniture, wallpaper and doors. So my colleague's acquaintance took the animal and went to a veterinarian's office. «

Is the llama now eating the glass of its cocktail drink?

»Why do I already know where this story will end? «

I decide to ignore the llama as usual because I want to finish my telling.

»The veterinarian got all excited and upset. Sir, he told my colleague's acquaintance, that's no cute black street dog's puppy you have got there! That's a very dangerous Tasmanian Devil, a very wild animal and not a pet at all. «

»DUDE! «

The llama is furiously running around the couch table in circles.

»That is not a story, dude! « the animal shouts. »That's one hell of an urban legend if I ever heard one. There is always an acquaintance of an acquaintance and they always bring the most dangerous and the most peculiar animals and beings home from their travels to wherever places. And you can bet if it is a Tasmanian Devil they are bringing home they for one hundred percent have not been to Tasmania or whatsoever near that place. «

»Calm down, animal, « I say. »That is not an urban legend. «

»What else can it be, dude? What else? «

»That's life, animal, « I grin. »That's life. «

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Today is Friday, the 27th of February 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 421 & Part 422

Today is Monday, the 23rd of February 2026.

What's that smell? asked the seven wolves.

The fifteen pigs brought some relatives to the caravan, said the ninja-cats who had forgotten to hide or be invisible for a few moments.

They are wild boars, said the fifteen pigs.

Wild boars reek very spicy, the wolves said grinning.

Hey, wolves, one of the pigs spoke up very bravely, watch out how you are talking about our great-grand ancestors!

Calm down, kids, said Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl. Stop fighting. And remember Robert Anton Wilson who once said, 'Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen. The majority of them weren’t even mammals.'

Kids? mumbled all the chicks.

And one of the two chicks quietly asked the other, Do you think they are called boars because they are boring?

But the other of the two chicks could not say.

And twenty-three wild boars joined the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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 Nights"

I stay high all the time
Just to get by
I climb into the sky
And my eyes, they cry

Bromford nights
Make me feel so happy, I could die
But I try to stay alive

I never wanna get so high
That I can′t come back down to real life
And look you in the eyes and say
"Baby, you're mine"


Fading back and forth
I fly through my mind
I take the way I′ve known
But have I really grown?

Bromford nights
Make me feel so happy, I could die
But I try to stay alive

I never wanna get so high
That I can't come back down to real life
And look you in the eyes and say
"Baby, you're mine"

I never wanna get so high
That I can′t come back down to real life
And look you in the eyes and say
"Baby, oh, baby, you′re mine"

***

 "Bromford"

Bromford, she′s from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Oh, her lips taste just like sunk ships
But her breasts taste just like breakfast
There's her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She′s an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Bromford
Everything's just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind


California presidente
Cogi mucho estoy cansado
Dostoevsky, Fab Moretti
Antiseptic, complimentary
There′s her hand now on the cock sock
Filled with white tears from the thrift store
She′s an eyesore in her red dress
I'm the ghost of her deceased when she said

Give us back our lives
Leave him, Bromford
Everything′s just fine
Refill my prescription
Until next time
I get so lost inside the rooms inside my mind

Goodnight Sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the pregnancy will show
That she smells nice when you look twice
Who's your boyfriend, Bromford?
And it′s goodnight sweetheart
Flying high on birth control
She knows the rejections in her bones

Bromford, she's from Texas
Red bricks drop from her vagina
Bromford
Bromford
Bromford

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 419 & Part 420

 

Today is Sunday, the 15th of February 2026.

Winter will last another six weeks, at least, said Punxsutawney Phil, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Who is Punkertawy Phil? asked one of the first twenty-five chicks. A famous rock star?

No, you little featherball, said one of the ten more chicks, he is Friedrich Nietzsche.

You are wrong, my very young Padawan, said the owl, Punxsutawney Phil is a groundhog. Friedrich Nietzsche is a German philosopher and he would have said,  Become who you are.

Cool, said one of the two middle chicks, are some groundhogs joining us today?

I am afraid not, Twenty-Five thought.

We have seen a lot of hedges lately, cried the twenty-six crying cats. Maybe tonight is hedge night?

What's a Hedge Knight? one of the six hear-no-evil-monkeys wanted to know.

I have heard about hogs, one of the fourteen caterpillars squeaked, hedgehogs.

The tawny owl wanted to hide his head unter his wings. What were they talking about?

We have seen today's joiners already, the seven ladybugs almost sang. And seeing them always means good luck like seeing ourselves.

Six of the seven wolves grinned wolvish, Only if we'll huff, and we'll puff, and we'll blow their houses in.

Yeah, brothers, the seventh of the seven wolves applauded. We have to be as Big Bad Wolves as big and bad we can.

Who let the wolves join our parade? the thirty cows asked kind of nervous.

And the six giraffes agreed worriedly, Hasn't anybody noticed the skeletons in the streets?

And so fifteen pigs joind the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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"

Loyalty rests in the heart of a dog
Don't set all your eggs on the back of a frog
You can lick it twice but it won't lick you
And salvating salvation gone so long so

Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And the paw is pressed against the nerve of the sky
You can leave him behind but he won't leave you
And the road to Heaven is true - true blue


Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And his paws are pressed to the spine of the sky
You can leave him twice, but he won't leave you
And the way to Heaven is true - true blue

Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

Loneliness lifts when you open the night
Pilate awaits, as Jesus Christ
Forget him not, won't forget about you
The way to Heaven is blue, boo-hoo

 

Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

 

Loyalty shifts if you carry a load
Ah, don't shit it out in a golden commode
You can kick him twice, it'll erode
Night is a mongrel, believe or explode

 

Say!

 

On the lonely night
On a golden rode
Night is a mongrel
Believe or explode

"Bromford Skeletons"

Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never see the dawn
Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never face the sun

The love goes by and the life runs dry
Pulls the tinsel from her hair
She loses sight in the velvet night
Drops a tin can by the chair

Through all the tiny victories and the big defeats
It's Bromford skeletons that keep her rooted to her seat

Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never read the signs
Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never have the time

The love goes by and the life runs dry
Pulls the tinsel from her hair
She dreams of flight in the velvet night
Throws a tin can in the air

Through all the tiny victories and the big defeats
It's Bromford skeletons that keep her rooted to her seat

Through all the shitty obstacles and all the words so sweet
It's Bromford skeletons that make her stranger when she eats

Bromford

Bromford

Bromford and Guinea Pig …

 

Guinea pigs are the Tribbles of a non-science-fictional world beyond Star Trek. They multiply with an astonishing rate. But look, how cute they are.

»Happy Valentine's Day! « is all an eye-rolling llama can add to the situation.

💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹💹

Today is Saturday, the 14th of February 2026.
Valentine's Day.

Bromford and Elephant …

 

»No, no, no, « the llama says. »Absolutley not! They are way too big. They won’t fit through the stairwell and not into the elevator either. «

The elevator is still broken, I think.

To the llama I say, »They are only here for the good old joke. «

»What joke, dude? And don't make me regret I asked. «

»Animal, how do you know an elephant was in your fridge? «

»I don't wanna know, do I? «

»You know an elephant was in your fridge because of the single footprint in the cheese-pie. «

I take the following silence as my applause and bow to my imaginary audience.

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Today is Thursday, the 12th of February 2026.

Bromford and Owl …

 

When I drove home from work today I had to wear my sunglasses because I got blinded by the sun's reflections on the last remaining snowfields of this winter. But is it the last remaining snow? Winter is not over yet. And only seconds later dark clouds had covered the sky and sanken the world into darkness.

»What are you writing, dude? « the llama is not amused, once again. »You drove home from work? Dude, it is 11:00 am. What kind of work did you just came home from? You are not working, dude. You still earn your money from a Christmas song your composter father wrote decades ago. «

»That song pays our penthouse apartment here in the skyscraper building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. I have to admit that, animal. But my passionate occupation is the job of a Nightmanager in a Diner called 'Double R' somewhere out there on Route 72. «

»Bollocks, « is all the llama can reply. » In the meantime your next candidates for being your next best animal companion have arrived. Not much of the talkers. And - to be honest - they are giving me the creeps. «

Two very strictly looking owls are sitting on the backrest of the sofa in the livingroom grimly and frowning staring at us.

I approach them very carefully, head down and bowing very deeply, addressing the smaller one whispering,

»Twenty-Five, is that you? «

The owls are only hooting faintly.

They are not what they seem, I think to myself.

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Today is Wednesday, the 11th of February 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 417 & Part 418

 

Today is Saturday, the 7th of February 2026.

Winter is here to stay. From time to time reality kicks in.
And no animals will save us all.
Or as a wise man once said or wrote, The meek shall inherit the earth.

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"Streets Of Bromford"

Through the winter's ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
'Neath an occupier's boots
King Trump's private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Bromford to enforce the law
Or so their story goes

Against smoke and rubber bullets
In the dawn's early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringin' through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead, left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renée Good

Oh, our Bromford, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We'll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home, they killed and roamed
In the winter of '26
We'll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Bromford

Trump's federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow dead
Their claim was self-defense, sir
Just don't believe your eyes
It's our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem's dirty lies

Oh, our Bromford, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We'll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Bromford

Now they say they're here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown, my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight
In our chants of "ICE out now"
Our city's heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Bromford

Oh, our Bromford, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home, they killed and roamed
In the winter of '26
We'll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We'll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Bromford
We'll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Bromford

ICE out (ICE out)
ICE out (ICE out)
ICE out (ICE out)
ICE out (ICE out)
ICE out (ICE out)
ICE out

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"Bromford (The World Turned Upside Down)"

[COMPANY]
The battle of Bromford. 1781

[LAFAYETTE]
Monsieur Hamilton

[HAMILTON]
Monsieur Lafayette

[LAFAYETTE]
In command where you belong

[HAMILTON]
How you say, no sweat
We're finally on the field. We’ve had quite a run

[LAFAYETTE]
Immigrants:

[HAMILTON/LAFAYETTE]
We get the job done

[HAMILTON]
So what happens if we win?

[LAFAYETTE]
I go back to France
I bring freedom to my people if I’m given the chance

[HAMILTON]
We’ll be with you when you do

[LAFAYETTE]
Go lead your men

[HAMILTON]
See you on the other side

[LAFAYETTE]
‘Til we meet again, let’s go!

[ENSEMBLE]
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!
Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young
Scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwin’ away my shot!
I am not throwin’ away my shot!

[HAMILTON]
‘Til the world turns upside down…

[ENSEMBLE]
‘Til the world turns upside down!

[HAMILTON]
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
This is where it gets me: on my feet
The enemy ahead of me
If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me
Weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me
Then I remember my Eliza’s expecting me...
Not only that, my Eliza’s expecting
We gotta go, gotta get the job done
Gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son!
Take the bullets out your gun!

[ENSEMBLE]
What?

[HAMILTON]
The bullets out your gun!

[ENSEMBLE]
What?

[HAMILTON]
We move under cover and we move as one
Through the night, we have one shot to live another day
We cannot let a stray gunshot give us away
We will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it
It’s either that or meet the business end of a bayonet
The code word is ‘Rochambeau,’ dig me?

[ENSEMBLE]
Rochambeau!

[HAMILTON]
You have your orders now, go, man, go!
And so the American experiment begins
With my friends all scattered to the winds
Laurens is in South Carolina, redefining brav’ry

[HAMILTON/LAURENS]
We’ll never be free until we end slavery!

[HAMILTON]
When we finally drive the British away
Lafayette is there waiting—

[HAMILTON/LAFAYETTE]
In Chesapeake Bay!

[HAMILTON]
How did we know that this plan would work?
We had a spy on the inside. That’s right

[HAMILTON/COMPANY]
Hercules Mulligan!

[MULLIGAN]
A tailor spyin’ on the British government!
I take their measurements, information and then I smuggle it

[COMPANY]
Up

[MULLIGAN]
To my brother's revolutionary covenant
I’m runnin’ with the Sons of Liberty and I am lovin’ it!
See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians
We in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it!
Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction
When you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!

[COMPANY]
Left! Right! Hold!
Go!
What! What! What!

[HAMILTON]
After a week of fighting, a young man in a red coat stands on a parapet

[LAFAYETTE]
We lower our guns as he frantically waves a white handkerchief

[MULLIGAN]
And just like that, it’s over. We tend to our wounded, we count our dead

[LAURENS]
Black and white soldiers wonder alike if this really means freedom

[WASHINGTON]
Not. Yet

[HAMILTON]
We negotiate the terms of surrender
I see George Washington smile
We escort their men out of Bromford
They stagger home single file
Tens of thousands of people flood the streets
There are screams and church bells ringing
And as our fallen foes retreat
I hear the drinking song they’re singing…

[ALL MEN]
The world turned upside down

[FULL COMPANY]
The world turned upside down
The world turned upside down
The world turned upside down
Down
Down, down, down

[LAFAYETTE]
Freedom for America, freedom for France!

[COMPANY]
Down, down, down

[HAMILTON]
Gotta start a new nation
Gotta meet my son

[COMPANY]
Down, down, down

[MULLIGAN]
We won!

[LAFAYETTE]
We won!

[MULLIGAN/LAFAYETTE/LAURENS]
We won!

[MULLIGAN/LAFAYETTE/LAURENS/HAMILTON/WASHINGTON]
We won!

[COMPANY]
The world turned upside down!

Groundhog Day …

 

Today is Monday, the 2nd of February 2026.

The old peacock turned around himself. The flamingo and all the other peacocks were gone.

But behind the stoney ruin walls of the jungle temple sat an owl in a cave in a rotten tree, scowling.

Leave me alone on this New Year's Day you bad sign, you dark omen, the featherless peacock whimpered.

I am not what I seem, said the owl and flew away into the late night and a very early morning of a new year.

🦉

And somewhere in the distance Twenty-Five heard Sonny & Cher singing…

🎵

They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby, I got you


Babe
I got you babe, I got you babe


They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got


Babe
I got you babe, I got you babe


I got flowers in the spring, I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around
So let them say your hair's too long
Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb


Babe
I got you babe, I got you babe


I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so


I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

🎶

Sonny & Cher - I Got You Babe

Snow Moon …

 
Under a Snow Moon, on the year's second full moon night the Olymp sends out their messenger owls to spread the news among all living creatures. Their well-known leader is a Blakiston's Fish Owl - the largest living species of owl - named Bubo Blakistoni. But the Greek Gods lovingly call her Twenty-Six.

Oh, that was close, Twenty-Five - a less well-known little tawny owl - thinks and flies back hunting in the snowy landscape. And secretly he wonders what the spread news might be. And even more secretly thanks the Great Gods that today is a full-moon day and not a city-song-quiz-day when a single animal would have joined this growing caravan of his. Not to imagine what another single animal would have done to become the new leader, the new guru of the troops…

🌕

Today is Sunday, the 1st of February 2026.

Snow Moon

I'm so tired of being alone
These penitent walls are all I've known

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 415 & Part 416

 

Today is Friday, the 30th of January 2026.

Did you know, asked a memmber of a group of newcomers Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, that in Greek mythology, a little owl - also known as Athene noctua - traditionally represents or accompanies Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom, or Minerva, her syncretic incarnation in Roman mythology? Because of such association, the bird - often referred to as the 'owl of Athena' or the 'owl of Minerva' - has been used as a symbol of knowledge, wisdom, perspicacity and erudition throughout the Western world.

Actually, Twenty-Five answered, I did know that. But who are you?

We are just thirty holy cows from East India, the newcomers answered.

Holy cow!, the racoons exclaimed.

Or as Rudyard Kipling once said or wrote, We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding, added Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl.

And thirty cows joined the twenty-two racoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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…

🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮 🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮 🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮🐮

Mother Bromford (Natural Anthem)

Oh, Mother Bromford with your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive?
And feed this world ruled by greed
And feed this world ruled by greed

Oh, ball of fire in the summer sky
Your healing light, your parade of days
Are they betrayed by the men of power
Who hold this world in their changing hands
They hold the world in their changing hands

Oh, freedom land, can you let this go?
Down to the streets where the numbers grow
Respect Mother Bromford and Her giving ways
Or trade away our children's days
Or trade away our children's days

Respect Mother Bromford and Her healing ways
Or trade away our children's days

"Bromford"

Drove up to San Francisco
Always a tear in her eye
Where the wind blows somehow, colder in June
She's a beauty both day and night

It's a unique set of circumstances
Once a stranger and now a friend
I only know the miles and the chances
I always wondered where the sunset ends

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

Down south in Los Angeles
The shadows, the lights, and the beautiful wreckage
The worst first impression, but then you're like heaven
Like the one that I almost missed

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

Playing The Troubadour on a Wednesday night
It darkens the door and it burns like a light
I can feel it the air, there's a song in my heart
South to the North, can you feel it tonight

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

Bromford, Bromford
You're so far from Memphis
But I still love your kiss
I never will tell you goodbye

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Bromford and Chimp …

 

»What is this? Do you want to serve me a vodka Martini, shaken, not stirred? Or are you Ford, today? Brom Ford in secret service of His Majesty, The King? And who is that by your side? Your Pennymoney? «

»Oh, I see, you are not much of a fan, animal. «

»What can I do? When rain hits the fan, it pours. «

»And butchering sayings and proverbs you are, too, llama. Everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey. But are chimpanzees monkeys or are they apes? «

»Really, dude? That again? You are repeating yourself, dude. You are repeating yourself, dude. «

»The whole life is history repeating. «

»We have to work on this, I think. Let's improve it. Let's say, The whole future is history repeating. «

»There is a quote outthere somewhere. Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it. But I prefer, The future is only past repeating. «

»No, no, no. There must be history repeating in it. Write it in the comments, all you readers this blockblog never had. «

»Don't be that down to earth, animal. Stop being that realistic and breaking the fourth wall. «

»As realistic and fourth-wall-breaking a walking and talking llama can be that is talking to a middle-aged dude disguised as a very special agent and spy or as a waiter and his possible new chimpanzee companion. Ah, come on. Leave me alone! «

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Today is Sunday, the 25th of January 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 413 & Part 414

 

Today is Thursday, the 22nd of January 2026.

🎶 For he's a jelly food yellow,
For he's a jelly food yellow,
For he's a jelly food yellow,
Which nobody can reply
Which nobody can reply, which nobody can reply… 🎶

Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl, woke up after a day-long flight from his travelling companions singing.

»What are all of you doing again?« he shouted.

One of the chicks finished the song late and in its own special way,

🎶 With custard by his side, with custard by his side… 🎶

»It's your birthday, oh Twenty-Five, our guru,« one of the tigers grinned, »and we are celebrating you with this cute little song.

»Today is my birthday?« the tawny owl wondered. »That's too bad. I wanted to predict the End of the World for today.«

»Like for every Thursday in the past and in the future?« one of the scorpions wanted to know.

»I cannot do it,« the owl mumbled. »Nobody wants the End of the World to be connected or forever been associated with their birthday.«

»You are bad news, Twenty-Five, the grey,« the eight grinning cats smirked. »Láthspell I call him - ill news is an ill guest.«

»Thank goodness, I am not a fortuneteller and no travelling wizzard after all, the tawny owl exclaimed in full relief. »And you should learn and work on the lyrics of that celebration song of yours. All of you!«

And he thought about what Aristotle used to say, We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.

And twenty-two raccoons joined the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, 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…

🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝
🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝

"Bromford"

Oh, maybe I was wrong but baby, I was only young
I was tryin' to burn a hole in you with someone else's sun
But now I've got to know myself, know I'm the one that needed help
I can't say, "I'm sorry," if I'm always on the run


From the Bromford
The Bromford
I can't say, "I'm sorry," if I'm always on the run
From the Bromford


Oh, maybe I was wrong but baby, I was only young
I was trying to burn a hole in you with someone else's sun
But now I've got to know myself, know I'm the one that needed help
I can't say, "I'm sorry," if I'm always on the run


From the Bromford
The Bromford
I can't say, "I'm sorry," if I'm always on the run
I can't say, "I'm sorry," if I'm always on the run
From the Bromford


Oh, my love
Hold me fast

"Hey Bromford"

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that I never thought
That she could feel

Hey Bromford
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay?
Are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought I wouldn't have to be with you
Something new

Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know that you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
You left my heart soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess

Hey Bromford
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay?
Are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you wouldn't have to keep
With me
Hiding

Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn't choose between
The shower or the bath

And I thought I wouldn't have to be
With you
A magazine

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel

Hey Bromford
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay?
Are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to

Hey Bromford
Nothing's been the same
So are you safe?
Now we're through?
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
Hey Bromford