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