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In the strange times, I would like to believe in the concept of righteousness much against will and wish. The real deal almost always brings a demonic aura perpetually stuck in the midst of the free gushing river of emotions. You either need to face it or you can try avoiding. Neither helps, strangely!

Reach you will but arrive, you may or may not. In the line of fire is just that and more. Its the fucking ass on fire. And that, even if only limited to being forced into-refers to the idea of being in merry making self obsession. It is the new world order not because we think it is but because we do not think obsessives are fanatics. Fanaticism is the real attire of the funny and, strange as it may sound, the only times I tried I found that, much to my bemusement it is the fucking real deal.