Writing: 06.06.06
Jun. 7th, 2005 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Nothing happened today.
The papers have been spouting about this, for months. Last year, today, people were giggling and smiling, and talking about how fucking "Epic" it was going to be, next year. Today. Nothing happened. I mean, people got fucking livid when, back in april, the World Coalition of Traditional Satanists held a press conference, discussing the changes that were about to take place, across the world, and the steps they would be taking to speed it along, "For Him To Whom It Had Been Given," or something. Today is the number of a man. About 3 million men and women, to be exact.
There are news reports of people having induced labour yesterday, of trying to hold off, until tomorrow, people killing their children, because they were afraid of the anti-christ, of little black-haired children with blue eyes. Nothing. It was a perfectly normal day. People lived and died, all over the fucking place, the way they tend to do, and the world is still here, no more changed, than the last time you blinked. If you get me.
Today, at 7.06am GMT, the World Coalition of Traditional Satanists began their rituals, across the world, their camera crews pumping it to their Website, and the world news organisations having been too morbidly curious, too pulled along by the gestalt, to not cover the proceedings. At 7.56am, the ceremony ended. They all looked around, waiting for the ground to shake, waiting for the world to break open, waiting for blood, frogs, piss, shit, fire, and fish to rain from the sky. And then they all exploded.
The last things the cameras saw, across the world, before turning to static, were the words "Leave Me The Fuck Alone," written in the pieces of the members' bodies...
Nothing. Happened.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
The papers have been spouting about this, for months. Last year, today, people were giggling and smiling, and talking about how fucking "Epic" it was going to be, next year. Today. Nothing happened. I mean, people got fucking livid when, back in april, the World Coalition of Traditional Satanists held a press conference, discussing the changes that were about to take place, across the world, and the steps they would be taking to speed it along, "For Him To Whom It Had Been Given," or something. Today is the number of a man. About 3 million men and women, to be exact.
There are news reports of people having induced labour yesterday, of trying to hold off, until tomorrow, people killing their children, because they were afraid of the anti-christ, of little black-haired children with blue eyes. Nothing. It was a perfectly normal day. People lived and died, all over the fucking place, the way they tend to do, and the world is still here, no more changed, than the last time you blinked. If you get me.
Today, at 7.06am GMT, the World Coalition of Traditional Satanists began their rituals, across the world, their camera crews pumping it to their Website, and the world news organisations having been too morbidly curious, too pulled along by the gestalt, to not cover the proceedings. At 7.56am, the ceremony ended. They all looked around, waiting for the ground to shake, waiting for the world to break open, waiting for blood, frogs, piss, shit, fire, and fish to rain from the sky. And then they all exploded.
The last things the cameras saw, across the world, before turning to static, were the words "Leave Me The Fuck Alone," written in the pieces of the members' bodies...
Nothing. Happened.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
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Date: 2005-06-08 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Read into that what you will. I probably meant that, too.
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Date: 2005-06-08 12:38 am (UTC)*spreads oil dry and kitty litter mix* Nothing to see here folks, except whats left after the elephants leave with the circus.
*sweap sweap sweap*
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Date: 2005-06-08 03:48 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Glad that it was amusing, in the ways that it was supposed to be.
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Date: 2005-06-08 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-11 01:09 am (UTC)no subject