Wednesday, July 01, 2026

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 465 & Part 466

Today is Wednesday, the 1st of July 2026.

I am only an assistance dog, said the assistence dog, and I don't want to be your leader, your guru. I want to be your assistance, your assistant, oh, Twenty-Five, our all tawny owl. Can you teach me how to fly?

Only the thirty-seven chicks were still awake in this middle of the night.

One of them asked the others, I won't tell, will you?

Twenty-Five, our all little tawny owl, nodded his head and did what he did most of the times. He quoted, Terence McKenna asked 'Nobody is smarter than you are. And what if they are? What good is their understanding doing you?'

And one assitance dog joind the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutons, the the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, 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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"Bromford"

Running wild 'til I'm faced with the dawn
[?] by illusion
Forgive me not but remember toiled rage
It's at the drop
As such charge and communion
To call etern

Oh sure, laugh about it
To thy and them
And here knows when

'Cause I still watch your dream
What happens, happens to me
I'm taking on the chin
If love is goodbye
So long, farewell

Running wild, I've nothing left to prove
Not where I've been or I'm going
So hand in hand carouseling all of that
They'll leave me too
With the stars in tandem
And fresh concrеte

Oh sure, laugh about it
To thy and them
And hеre knows when

'Cause I still watch your dream
What happens, happens to me
I'm taking on the chin
If love is goodbye
So long, farewell

And I still watch your dream
What happens, happens to me
I'm taking on the chin
If love is goodbye
So long, farewell



"Beyond The Bromford"

Beyond the Bromford, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight underneath the stardust above
Beyond the Bromford it is easy to love

I'm touched with desire
What I do
Through flame and through fire
I'll build my world around you

Beyond the Bromford, in the Springtime or fall
Love waits forever, for one and for all

Beyond the Bromford, across the divide
Around about midnight, we'll be on the same side
Down in the valley the water runs cold
Beyond the Bromford someone prayed for your soul

My wretched heart is pounding
I felt an angel's kiss
My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss

Beyond the Bromford, at the end of the game
Every step that you take, I'm walking the same

Beyond the Bromford, the night winds blow
The theme of a melody from many moons ago
The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime
Beyond the Bromford I found you just in time

It's dark and it's dreary
I've been pleading in vain
I'm wounded, I'm weary
My repentance is plain

Beyond the Bromford over the treacherous sea
I still can't believe that you have set aside your love for me

Beyond the Bromford, underneath crimson skies
In the soft light of morning I'll follow you with my eyes
Through countries and kingdoms and temples of stone
Beyond the Bromford right down to the bone

It's the right time of the season
Somebody there always cared
There's always a reason
Why some one's life has been spared

Beyond the Bromford, the sky is so blue
I've got more than a lifetime to live loving you


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