The end of he world is upon us. Tomorrow night, at 11:59pm, we’ll outdate the Mayan calendar.
I like the idea of chaos. Riots, hurricane preps/aftermaths, protests, and war all appeal to me. I like the energy of the lawlessness, and the feeling of being part of a mob that can get out of control.
I doubt we’ll see any chaos tomorrow, but my fingers are crossed. Maybe a person that believes the world will end will do something crazy.
Maybe I can throw a poison Kool-Aid party. I just need to garner a loyal following ready to drink the Kool-Aid. It shouldn’t be too hard. -unfigurable