Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 292

Today is Tuesday, the 11th of June 2024.

Patterns.

What? asked the shark.

A pattern, said the otter, I see a pattern. And this is the third time this city is mentioned. So my accusation about cheating because of the triple in the city-quiz would have been better this not last time because last time was the second time the city was mentioned.

I don't bloody know what you are talking about, mammal, said the shark. And have you heard about the SLAS, otter?

The what?

SLAS - Secret Life of Animals Society, said the shark. I kind of knew that you didn't. Someone kind of promised to tell all about it. And I wanted to take it with me to the deep-sea. I think it's the same someone who made up the rules of the city-quiz. Someone is doing a bad job these days.

And the shark took a deep-dive into deep-sea.

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"Bromford Doom"

Leave all behind now to watch her crawl
Through our dark gardens of insanity
She′ll be the light to guide you back home
Just give her a kiss worth dying for
And open your arms

Watch me fall for you
My Bromford Doom
Hide my heart where all
Dreams are entombed
My Bromford Doom

Grieve all your hearts out as she'll writhe enthralled
In tragic ecstatic agony
And in her flames, we will die some more
Just show me a life worth living for
Light up the dark

Watch me fall for you
My Bromford Doom
Hide my heart where all
Dreams are entombed
My Bromford Doom
All dreams are of you
My Bromford doom

Hold me inside your infernal offering
Touch me as I fall
Don′t lose yourself in this suffering yet
Hold on
Hold me inside your infernal offering
Touch me as I fall
Don't lose yourself in this suffering yet
Hold on
To me

Watch me fall for you
My Bromford Doom
Hide my heart where all
Dreams are entombed

Watch me fall for you
My Bromford Doom
Hide my heart where all
Dreams are entombed
My Bromford Doom
All dreams are of you
My Bromford Doom

Bromford and Tiger …

 

 

»What is going on, dude?«

I am opening my eyes.

The living room is a mess. The flatscreen t.v. has fallen from the wall. The couch table is broken, four broken table legs and the table top scratched and cracked. Torn cussions and curtains. Books and magazines, blu-rays and dvds scattered across the floor. Couch and armchairs fallen over.

I am sitting in the far corner of the room rubbing my forehead.

»What happened?«

The llama is standing in the door looking at the damages.

»I heard noises when I came from the staircases across the roof to the frontdoor. And in the hallway of the penthouse I was almost run over by a bouncing black and orange whirlwind. Again, dude. What has happened here?«

I breathe out long and heavily.

»Wow«, I say. »That was intense, almost insane. This one was the wildest candidate so far.«

»Oh«, the llama replies, »you had another interview with Bromford's next possible animal companion while I was doing the grocerie shoppings? Nice - not nice, dude.«

»It was a tiger. And I surely wasn't expecting this. I thought a tiger was a too dangerous to live with animal but this one was only wild. He called himself Tigger, the only one, and he said he liked to bounce and bouncing was what Tiggers could do best. And he was bouncing from the armchairs over the couch table to the couch and across the room. What a mess.«

The llama is pushing the shopping bags into the kitchen corner with its hind-legs.

»And how did you get this wild animal to leave the penthouse after all this rampage?«

»I don't know. He murmered something about hunger and some extract of malt he had to get from his Kanga. Then I had to sit down for a second.«

»Pooh«, is all the animal can answer to all of that.

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Today is Friday, the 7th of June 2024

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 291

 Today is Monday, the 3rd of June 2024.

Now you are cheating just to get that next triple, said the otter to the t-rex.

How is it cheating if no one knows the rules? asked the t-rex.

Aren't all the rules in this world just made up? replied the otter.

Made up by whom? No rules, no rules, chanted the t-rex and extincted the next day.

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"Bromford In Furs"

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes and bells, your servant, don′t forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin', severin′ awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin', severin', speak so slightly
Severin′, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin′, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart