Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 437 & Part 438

 

Today is Sunday, the 12th of April 2026.

The tawny owl asked twelve frogs that were crossing the street, Do you know the old Zen proverb, 'The frog in the pond knows little of the great ocean'?

The frogs croaked, We know it but it is not true. We know of the ponds and the rivers and the oceans and the rain and the clouds. And we know of the universal connection.

Is it the water? the koalas asked bored and yawned.

Immortality exists only in water, the frogs answered.

And Twenty-Five, our tawny owl, began to wonder when he would not be the wised owl in the crowd any longer.

 

Ribbit!

Meanwhile the twelve frogs joined the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, 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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Going To Bromford (My Carnival)

Well, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
Yes, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
When I get there
All the girls gonna know who they are

When I get to Bromford
Gonna do my thing
Yes, I get to Bromford
Gonna do my thing
Cause when I get there
I'm gonna see the Zulu king
(Woo!)

Well, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
Yes, I'm going to Bromford
Gonna see the Mardi Gras
When all the girls get there
They gonna know who they are

"I Can't See Bromford"

From here, no lines are drawn
From here, no lands are owned
13,000 and holding
Swallowed in the purring of her engines
Tracking the beacon here
"Is there a signal there
On the other side?
On the other side?
What do you mean 'side of what things'?"


And you said
And you did
And you said
You would find me here
And you said
You would find me even in death
And you said
And you said
You'd find me


But I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
Of this hunting ground

From here
Crystal meth in metres of millions
In the end all we have, soul blueprint
And did we get lost in it?
Do we conduct a search for this?
"From the other side
From the other side
What do they mean 'side of what things'?"


And you said
And you did
And you said
You would find me here
And you said
You would find me even in death
And you said
And you said
You'd find me


But I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know his lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
I can't see Bromford
As I'm circling down
Through white cloud
Falling out and
I know your lips are warm
But I can't seem to find
My way out, my way out
Of your hunting ground


You again
It's you again
I can't see, I can't see Bromford
I can't see, I can't see Bromford
From the other side
I hum from the other side

 

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 435 & Part 436

 

Today is Saturday, the 4th of April 2026.

Ewoks! They made me think about Ewoks! No-one likes Ewoks! Get rid of those Ewoks!

The tawny owl woke up with a start. Even after he realized that it was just a dream, he could not stop thinking about Ewoks from a green moon.

Do you think, all the wise monkeys asked the fourteen foxes because they thought the foxes were smart, Do you think our Twenty-Five is a reincarnated human born on or before May 25, 1973?

The foxes did not know what the monkeys meant and tried to make friends with all thirty-seven chicks instead.

But the astro-cats grinned inside their helmets.

We see, what you did there, they said to the monkeys. Because he does not like Ewoks he must be born on or before May 25, 1973, or be a reincarnation of a human being born on or before May 25, 1973.

The monkeys just nodded.

And they all imagined The Ewok Line for a while - a fictional graph, which correlates the birth year of a person and the subsequent appreciation of Ewoks, fictional teddy bear-like creatures from the 1983 Star Wars film Return of the Jedi. Those born on or before May 25, 1973 have a low appreciation of the film's creatures, while those born after this date have an affinity for them. This is because those who saw the Ewoks in Return of the Jedi, which was released theatrically on May 25, 1983, who were 10 or under still loved their teddy bears, giving them an increased appreciation for the Ewoks, whereas the older ones just found them annoying.

Everybody loves Ewoks, the koalas said with sadly hanging ears.

Or, as Arthur Rimbaud once said, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, 'Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.'

And four pandas joined the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, 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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"Bromford"

Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser

O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha
O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha

Every time I try to run, you put your curse all over me
I surrender at your feet, baby, put it all on me
Every time I try to pray you away, you got me on my knees
I surrender at your feet, baby, put it all on me

I love it when you turn me on
I love it when you turn it on
I love it when you turn me on
So come back in and turn it on

Turn me on
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Turn me on
O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Turn me on
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha
Turn me on
O novinho me olhou e quis comer minha pepequinha
Turn me on
Hoje eu vou dar pro novinho, fode, fode a Larissinha
Turn me on

Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser

Baby, ride me till the darkness of the night
Kill me softly like you want me euthanized, oh, yeah
Hot like rising sun, burning everything she touch
She don't even want your money, can buy you and someone else
She's addicted to the rush, I can never get enough
She desensitized to money, need to pay with something else

Baby, you turn me on
Ooh, you turn me on
Baby, you turn me on
Love it when you turn me on

Hit it from the back, she louder than two sold-out nights
I think she fell in love, she said she trusts me with her life, ah
Hot like rising sun, burning everything she touch
She don't even want your money, can buy you and someone else
She's addicted to the rush, I can never get enough
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota na boca, bota na cara
She desensitized to money, need to pay with something else

Baby, you turn me on
I love it when you turn me on
I love it when you turn me on
I love the way you turn it on
See how you turn me on?
I love it when you turn me on
I love it when you turn me on
So now I gotta turn it on
Oh, baby

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh

Take it easy, easy on me
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Take it easy, easy on me, oh
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Take it easy, easy on me
Oh, oh, oh

Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara
Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser

"Sleeping Bear, Bromford"

Oh, Sleeping Bear!
Ran to the top and got scared
Of what I could see


Oh, Lamb of God!
Tell us your perfect design
And give us the rod

Oh, Sturgeon Bay!
Covered completely in sand
And covered in sun

Oh, Bromford!
Give up, the rocking boat's drowned
The Captain is done

 

Pink Moon … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 433 & Part 434

 

Pink Moon

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

Today is Thursday, the 2nd of April 2026.
Pink Moon

The night is dark and full of shadows…

'How can it be dark under a full moon?' Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, wondered. 'Under a Pink Moon? And why is there a city song quiz so soon?'

'We will not stop until every day of the week will be city-song-quiz-day. And we are starting with our self-proclaimed holidays such as full moons or season starts. Did we not celebrate Groundhog Day? When will be start celebrating Saint Patrick's Day? Is there a Green Moon that is not orbiting the planet of Endor?' a mindless voice announced.

'Why must I think about those koalas when I think about the forest moon of Endor?' the tawny owl asked himself.

'It's time to wake up, owl!' the mindless voice announced. 'WAKE UP!'

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"Old Bromford"

When you're walking in old Bromford
Lanterns under the night sky
See the MOON begin to rise
Just like it did back home

Old men smoking in cafes
Junk boats floating in the bay
Think of me when you're away
In old Bromford

With no ties, with no plans
Your last dollar in your hands
Take a picture and send it back
To someone you used to know

Things will always find their way
From the backroads to the bay
There's more to do than there is to say
In old Bromford

With no ties, with no plans
Your last dollar in your hands
Take a picture and send it back
To someone you used to know

 

"Kashka From Bromford"

Kashka from Bromford
Lives in sin, they say
With another man
But no one knows who

Old friends never call there
Some wonder if life's
Inside at all
If there's life inside at all

But we know the lady who rents the room
She catches them calling a la lune

At night
They're seen
Laughing
Loving
They know
The way
To be
Happy

They never go for walks
Maybe it's because
The MOON's not bright enough
There's light in love, you see

I watch their shadows
Tall and slim
In the window opposite
I long to be with them

'Cause when all the alley-cats come out
I can hear music from Kashka's house

At night
They're seen
Laughing
Loving
They know
The way
To be
Happy

Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?
Let me in your love
Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?
Let me in your love
Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?
Let me in your love
Watching every night
Don't you know they're seen?
Won't you let me laugh?

Bromford and Jellyfish …

 

* Jellyfish?

- Yes, but I think I confused them with
 Jellybears.

* You mean Jellybeans!

- No, Jellybears. They are very
 popular in the Federal Republic of
 Klingony.

* Bromford.

- Yes, llama?

* Never forget, this apartment is not
 a fishtank.

- You never know, animal. You never
 know.

 

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Today is Tuesday, the 31st of March 2026.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 431 & Part 432

 

Today is Friday, the 27th of March 2026.

Aldous Huxley said, 'Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.'

Stop quoting, Twenty-Five, the whole bunch of animals shouted and started singing.

A very merry birthday

To me?

To who?

To me?

Oh, you

A very merry birthday

To you

Who, me?

Yes, you

Oh, me

Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry birthday to you
A very merry birthday

To me?

To you

A very merry birthday

For me?

For you

Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry birthday to you


It's not my birthday today, the tawny owl said astonished. Who told you today was my birthday?

You did, answered one of the bears.

You did, said one of the hares.

Judith, cried all the cats.

Come on, whispered the ladybugs and the spiders and bees and ants agreed, and the crickets played their fiddles, it's his unbirthday.

It's our all unbirthday, all the animals found out and started singing that song from the movie Alice in Wonderland again, having their own little Mad Hatter's tea-party,

A very merry unbirthday

To me?

To who?

To me?

Oh, you

A very merry unbirthday

To you

Who, me?

Yes, you

Oh, me

Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to you
A very merry unbirthday

To me?

To you

A very merry unbirthday

For me?

For you

Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you

Only the eighteen bats began to wonder, If unbirthday is the opposite of birthday. And the opposite of birth is death. Does that mean that your unbirthday is your death?

But nobody heard their thoughts because the tea-party got bad and better, and the hatter mad and madder.

And twenty-seven koalas joined the twenty bears, 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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"I Was In Love With Bromford City"

When I was young I blew a kiss
For the ones who were haunted
I searched inside
Looked to the skies
Waiting on a comet

2 a.m., the neon lights
At Danceteria
They made me feel like I belonged
In this disaster area

And all the way home
I heard the Belmonts sing for me
Thru all the heartache I put you thru
’Cause I was in love with Bromford City

The Bowery, darkness and light
I saw the bands play
Tom Verlaine, Debbie Harry
At CBGB’s

I spent my days, rummaged the aisles
At The Strand Bookstore
826 Broadway
It’s 8 miles on the ground floor

And all the way home
I heard the Crystals sing for me
Thru all the grief I put you thru
’Cause I was in love with Bromford City

And on the way home
I heard John Lennon whispering
Thru all this darkness, thru the sadness

And on the way home
I heard the Shangri-Las sing for me
Thru all the grief I put you through
cause I was in love with Bromford City
Yes, I was in love with Bromford City

"Bromford"

God is the answer
God is the answer
God is the answer
God lies within

And you can't say
That I didn't learn from you
And you can't say
That I didn't learn from you
And you can't say
That I didn't learn from you
And you can't say
That I didn't learn from you

God is the answer
God is the answer
God is the answer
God lies within

And I will not
Have a good time
But leave me just the same
The statue marks the place here
Where Bromford stook his claim

God is the answer
God is the answer
God is the answer
God lies within

And I guess that
She couldn't tell me
Because she found it
Very frightening
And though a lead slug
Would have felled me
Bromford
Rides the lightning

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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 hearing 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"

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 "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