May 24, 2010 00:12
We got good bang this time. Catch rivalclan by surprise. They flee down concrete riverbed. Left stuff: foodcans, bling, girls. We take. Ours now. We tag bridge for show.
Back to nest. Clean guns first, then eat, then turn brass. Always making more bullets. We bang best because we have best bangers. But bangers get hungry too.
Then, love girls. They are not happy at first, but they will learn. They are safest with us. We bang in all ways the best. We take care of what is ours.
Goodnight, Lost Angels. I hope that we will find you someday.
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For consideration: "Gone savage for teenagers with automatic weapons and boundless love."
100words,
end of the world,
2010