Sunday night bakwas :

Who knew that the combo of coffee, chocolate and coldness could be a possible stimulant to a tsunami of senseless thoughts?  No, tsunami probably is not the right imagery here. At least this natural calamity has some pattern. My madcap thoughts ran like a sinister panic plan crafted by the Joker himself. They left me dumbfounded and vulnerable because I couldn’t foretell the nature of the next thought which might be generated from the unfathomable profundity of my subconscious. Thus, each of these thoughts had some new weapons to strike and pierce my terrorized territory of consciousness with. But then, I guess I needed this. Unless the archetypal villain comes to slaughter you, you’d never probably search for your superhero. And unless you turn on that distress sign,   years of non-action will turn your mighty superhero into a vestigial being. Soon, you'll start looking outside in search of a backup hero. But, no-one can know your villains better than your own hero. Cause your hero emerged from the same unknown alleys of your existence as these villains did. Only your own hero can help you win this guerrilla warfare and the outsourced heroes will be as helpless in places like this as American soldiers in the jungles of Vietnam. So, have faith in your hero, have faith in yourself. Never let your hero fade away into oblivion. Together, you can win any battle the world might pose to you !