Saturday, August 26, 2006

Bravo, gumby crimelord

["This is just a title in search of a story, isn't it?" the narrator asked himself.

"What do you think all these blog entries are?" he replied.

"Self referentialism is so 1992," he dismissed himself, "Get on with a story!"]

The balding tyres squealed in agony as Bravo arced through the intersection, sirens close behind.

These pigs ain't gonna catch me! he thought to himself in cliched gangster.

A surprisingly dull high-speed chase later, Bravo sat relaxing in his club, the sounds of pursuit receding rapidly into the distance.

Aah, a job well done, Bravo was congratulated by his own mind.

THE END

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