Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 296

 

Today is Saturday, the13th of July, 2024.

Wale? Wale? Where are you?

After hours of successless shouting the little blue fish returned to to his school of other blue fish.

I think he was the last wale in the ocean, the little fish sighed unheard of all the others.

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"The Last Man On Bromford"

Part 1: Skylight

She kneels before the grave, holding flowers frail
But still holding onto life
Placed in a vase, she has to let go
She knows how to let go

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
Skylight's now open to you, friend
So you can see through the window of life

So he traveled far away, passing places
Passing faces we don't know
With still so much to do
Why he left she'll never know
It seems it happened so long ago

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
Skylight's now open to you, friend
So you can see through the window of life

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
But I'm never gonna lose your precious heart
Now you can see through the window of life

In this dense forest of neverending darkness
I walk to the light, you walk out of sight
Then a hand reaches up to take me (to pastures new)
Is here to save me

Alone in this desert, is this God's land I've heard of
I look for a place, some kind of well-known face
To take me back home (to pastures new)
Am I the last man on Bromford
(gotta let go the real and take the unknown)

Part 2: Paradise Road

Walking down Paradise Road
Is this a dream, a crazy dream edged with roses
Paradise Road, the land of milk and honey
Or the kiss of death
And people, people all around me
They're pointing to a doorway, telling me to look out

With a stroke, one blinding stroke, the scythe sweeps the land
The millions fall to their knees and finally set free
Might magic fireflies you glow so bright and will not fade away
Is that you, is that really you ?
On Paradise Road you're never alone
Welcome to the crazy world, welcome to the show that never ends
Join me here
It's taken many years to see your face again
I can hold you, feel you, the real you
I remember your hands, your eyes light shot diamonds

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
But I'm never gonna lose your precious heart
And the fight that we fight and we know we'll be right in the end

Skylight's now open to you, friend
Like a swallow you can swoop and dive
But I'm never gonna lose your precious heart
And the fight that we fight and we know we'll be right in the end

Bromford and Platyp... - Part 3

 

»Is it Wednesday today?« the llama asks.

»Yes, as you can see in the headline of today's post in this blockblog it is Wednesday today, animal«, I answer.

»And the blue and brown animal with the beak at the side of that human who is supposed to be you is still the same candidate for your new roommate and animal companion from that first post two weeks ago, dude?«

»Maybe, animal, maybe«, I answer. »But maybe it is the classical dilemma between really past time and narrated time.«

»So, today is not Wednesday, narrator-dude?«

»Maybe it is still Sunday, June 23, or any other point in time. Who knows and who cares, animal?«

»And what kind of animal is this Platyp? Is that his name or her name or its name or their name - whatever the candidate's pronouns may be. Or is platyp her, his, its ar their species?«

»What are your pronouns, animal?« I ask.

»Llama«, the llama says, »my pronouns are plain and simple llama.«

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Today is Wednesday, the 10th of July, 2024.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 295

 

Today is Friday, the 5th of July 2024.

“Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet.

And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then had to come to terms with not being a whale any more.

This is a complete record of its thoughts from the moment it began its life till the moment it ended it.

Ah … ! What’s happening? it thought.

Er, excuse me, who am I?

Hello?

Why am I here? What’s my purpose in life?

What do I mean by who am I?

Calm down, get a grip now … oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it? It’s a sort of … yawning, tingling sensation in my … my … well I suppose I’d better start finding names for things if I want to make any headway in what for the sake of what I shall call an argument I shall call the world, so let’s call it my stomach.

Good. Ooooh, it’s getting quite strong. And hey, what’s about this whistling roaring sound going past what I’m suddenly going to call my head? Perhaps I can call that … wind! Is that a good name? It’ll do … perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I’ve found out what it’s for. It must be something very important because there certainly seems to be a hell of a lot of it. Hey! What’s this thing? This … let’s call it a tail – yeah, tail. Hey! I can can really thrash it about pretty good can’t I? Wow! Wow! That feels great! Doesn’t seem to achieve very much but I’ll probably find out what it’s for later on. Now – have I built up any coherent picture of things yet?

No.

Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about, so much to look forward to, I’m quite dizzy with anticipation …

Or is it the wind?

There really is a lot of that now isn’t it?

And wow! Hey! What’s this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like … ow … ound … round … ground! That’s it! That’s a good name – ground!

I wonder if it will be friends with me?

And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence.

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was

Oh no, not again.

Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.”

― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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Care (iv Angels On Bromford)

The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
The angels in this world are not on the walls of churches
The heroes in this world are not in the hall of fame
The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
I saw a man paint a woman on the wall

Mask on her face, screen over her eyes
Hospital clothing, worried and exhausted
A thing of beauty, a thing of care
Pure class right there, right there
The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches

The angels in this world are not in the walls of churches
The angels in this world are not rendered in bronze or stone
The heroes in this world, working while we’re all sleeping
She wrapped her arms around me
He wrapped his arms around me
She wrapped her arms around me
He wrapped his arms around me

An angel here on Bromford came down here
To carry me home
To carry me home