Did they come as work, did someone dispatch them to my destination to take care of business? And what?
Did God and Satan both think I was a good candidate for their cause? OH Fuck that's funny!
I look at the world we live in and I wonder.
I wonder if I want to be here. I wonder if I want to see what will happen.
Is it the end of the world as we know it?
All people talked about was that. I thought about it, alot.
I thought about "The end of the world". It excited me as much as it scared me, yet, I didn't believe it. I knew nothing would happen.
I knew people were freaking for nothing. Damn, some people had stuff packed up so they could survive 20 years or more if there was a major breakdown. Bah, whatever.
The night was filled with abuse as should any Y2K.
I remember the eerie feeling I held within me.
(Mixed with the false sense of power I liked to feel a little too much at that time.)
The eerie feeling. I held it. Loving it. I looked at the skies and I almost wished, when the clock would strike 12, chaos would come.
It didn't. I already knew it wouldn't.
Don't the Japanese celebrate it 12 hours before? I knew it then.
So, my close brush with the end ended pretty quickly. Many disapointed people started giving away their years of rations.
Then ooops! OMGZ! Major discovery.
Y2K could happen afterall. In 2001, lololol
^_~
That didn't happen either!
