Longer Coulds …

» This is a great post for Monday. «

» What Monday? «

» This Monday, I think. «

» Make it a short post. «

» OK. Done. «



And the fortune cookie says,

If you look back,
you will soon be walking in that direction.

Today is Monday, the 12th of July 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

» Did you hear that? « the protagonist asks.

» Sounds like breaking glas. « The antagonist is looking nervously around.

» Do you think that is an intruder? « Anxious is the way the protagonist looks right now.

» Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony
Robbery, assault and battery
The felon and his felony?
Like in that old song from the second book of the bible - Exodus? «
The antagonist squeaks.

» I don't know what you are talking about, ant. «

» Run for your life, prot. «

And the protagonist thinks,
is this really burglary and housebreaking? And where are we, anyway?

Longer Laziness …

 

 

Do you hear the people sing?

Singing the songs of angry men?

It is the music of the people

Who will not be slaves again!

 

Too late.

 

When you close your eyes you feel your chains and you hear the trapdoor fall shut.

 

Bromford's Bible

Bromford Bridge

Doctor Struggles.

 

Give me that vaccine one and two and three times more

and leave me alone.

 

That story-tree of mine is empty - no more fruits hanging and dangling and falling on and in my head.

 

- Cut -

 

And the fortune cookie says,

 

Today's stranger could be a friend tomorrow.

 

Today is Saturday, the 10^th of July 2021.

 

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

 

The protagonist says,

"No sunbeams on elder blossoms today. More like raindrops and storm clouds in the backyard."

 

"What is wrong with Bromford Bibble today?"

the antagonist asks.

 

The protagonist answers,

"I think the llama has hitchhicked the blogblock again."

 

"You mean the animal hijacked the blockblog?"

the antagonist asks.

 

"The elder tree has lost its dreams and thoughts and put it in the heads or something like that",

the protagonist says.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 164

Today is Wednesday, the 7th of July 2021.

Anteaters have longer noses than elephants. Are animals circling here?

Anteaters are also hairier than wallabies.

 

"Bridges To Bromford"

I’m running out of fuel over Leningrad

In seven lonely hours I’ll be gone.

She just finished up her bridge to Bromford

I knew she would make it all along.

They’re running low on funds at the planetarium

In seven winter months they’ll have to close.

Then Joseph swapped the gels in the west project

So now the big bang bullet point list glows.

Francis said to meet him near the gift shop

And Io failed to light this afternoon

He won’t mind if I decide to fix her

Skip the coffee cakes and pink balloons

I’m flying slow and low over the urals

thirty frozen minutes until I can send

Radar called out bogeys west of ussuriysk

And Valdimirov had found me in the end

And they still don’t see

Cause the don’t know me, I am the night mare

With bullets all around me in the cold, sun

and shivering in Soviets with right, there

and sparks this goddamn dog fight is a close, one

I’m burning across the deck into a steep, climb

Then rollover at eighteen thousand dive, dive

Drowned in screaming tracers when I drop, brakes

and tail paint all the migs around me, Jesus, I

missed those fucking Christmas trees by inches, spilled

communists and jet fuel on the ground.

My supersonic jet it makes no sound.

My supersonic jet it makes no sound.

My supersonic jet it makes no sound.

My supersonic jet it makes no sound.