Piper at the gates of an almost delayed dawn

Far, far, far away - way

People heard him say - say
I will find a way - way

There will come a day - day
Something will be done.

Now, now, now is the time - time
Time to be - be - be aware

Something in his cosmic art
And glowing slightly from his toes
His psychic emanations flowed

Actually not too far away from here, three hundred and thirty seven kilometers to be precise, people heard yours truly (a.k.a.The Piper, henceforth referred to reverently as
Der Pfeifer) say how there would come a day when he would find a way and something would be done. The less forgetful among those would, readily recall D.P. saying something about launching(sic) his blog on the seventh day of the last month of the fourth year of the third millennium since the birth of a certain J.C. (Ok, I could have put it simply as 7.12.2004, but then…)

D.P. is now seated smugly in his couch in front of his beloved (what the hell!) computer, listening intently to A Saucerful of Secrets and voicing out his echoes from within through his not-all-that-helpful keyboard. Not-all-that-helpful because it types out a “b “ whenever D.P. wants a space in his text and has the backspace key control jammed with the ‘t’ key control and return with ‘v‘ for reasons unknown to him. The conspiracy theory buff in him urges him to put fundaes on why his keyboard behaves with him thus… but being the devoted follower that he is of a certain lasagna-loving orange feline whose name he does not want to disclose, he decides to leave it to his fellow c.t.b.s and other c.t.b.s and other not-so-c.t.b.s (whatever that means!) to figure out plausible reasons.

D.P., as the knowledgeable reader would have guessed is at home now. He is here after completing his all-aftis-free third sem… after completing his grueling (he prefers to call them thus, solely for the purpose of soothing his pride) exams. D.P. personally does not like using ellipsis’s but then… Fine all he wanted to say was that likeable or not they provide the writer with a sense of conveying some deep thought, not doable otherwise and of course, they lead the readers to believe, well, whatever he wants them to believe in, besides frustrating them if they occur in excess. D.P. of course firmly believes in allowing as many ellipses’s as he cares to include in his text.


Bis morgen!