I am afraid of 2005

There is nothing I fing more terribly frightening than the year 2005. Every time I see it now my soul sinks (Jackson confirmed it as he is the owner of my soul ((since circa 1995)) and he told me lately it has been acting weird). Whenever I happen to glance at 2005 on a forgotten sheet of paper or on old signage I get monstrously afraid. Can 2005 really be two years ago? Just today walking down the snowy street to the metro I noticed a wall mural that was dated 2005 and I recalled when it was being painted. Kate and I watched, squinting in the sun. I thought it was last summer, a few months ago, a time just passed. But I am wrong, it was eerily in 2005. Dont ever go back there or remind me of 2005. Lets pretend it never happened and whatever you do, if you happen to come upon Dr. Emmett Brown's DeLorean do not be tempted to go back to 2005. Its seems like yesterday but its not.