Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 411 & Part 412

Today is Wednesday, the 14th of January 2026.

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you, said Jean Paul Sartre, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

But nobody was listening. The whole gang had fallen asleep hours agao. All but the bats who had flown away to hunt the night.

And the tawny owl sighed and thought, we have to find more sense.

And fourteen foxes joined 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 In Hell"

If somebody up there likes me somebody up there cares
Deliver me from evil save me from these wicked snares
Not into temptation, not to cliffs to fall
On to revelation, and lesson for us all
She walked into the room on the arm of my best friend
I knew whatever happened our friendship would end
Chemical reaction, desire at first sight
Mystical attraction, turned out all my lights

The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die

I don't know if it's pain or pleasure that I seek
My flesh was all too willing, my spirit guide was weak
I was deadly certain thoughts for me weren't kind
A switchblade in his pocket, murder on his mind
Blessed St. Theresa the whore of Babylon
Madonna and my mother all rolled into one
You've got to understand me, I'm not a piece of wood
Francis of Assisi could never be this good

[In the background:]
The less I need the more I get
Make me chaste but not just yet
It's a promise or a lie
I'll repent before I die

The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die

Relax. Have a cigar. Make yourself at home. Hell is full of high-court judges, failed saints
We've got Cardinals, Archbishops, barristers, certified accountants, music critics, they're all here
You're not alone
You're never alone. Not here. You're not
OK. Break's over

The less I need the more I get
Make me chaste but not just yet
It's a promise or a lie
I'll repent before I die

The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die
The minute I saw her face the second I caught her eye
The minute I touched the flame I knew it would never die

"Fictional Bromford"

Now, Whittier arrived in fictional Bromford
We're gonna bring it on again
Bring it on to you hard
Our school spirit was defined by dance and drama
The lord above will be my guide
The light into my heart

Open the light to the darkness
Open your heart, let it all hang out
Open your life to the hardness
Open your mind 'til it all falls out
Let it all fall out

Now that I have survived
The spectacle of my youth
I'm gonna bring it on again
Bring it on with my truth
My foolish spirit was denied by a romance diorama
I put my passion in my pride
My beloved was finally refused

Open the light to the darkness
Open your heart, let it all hang out (let it all hang out)
Open your life to the hardness (let it all hang out)
Open your mind 'til it all falls out
Let it all fall out

I'm all alone at the megaphone
I'm all psyched up as I make my mark in total darkness
I look alive but I feel so dead inside, I'm bleeding
Gonna break a leg with the basket toss
For the loss of my broken dreams

Now, Whittier arrived in fictional Bromford
We're gonna bring it on again
Bring it on to you hard