The car hums like a big hungry cat as it skims across the desert on a foot-high cushion of air which smells faintly of ozone and lilacs. She reloads her guns and leans out the passenger-side window; the cops are still hot on our trail, but not for long.
Tag: doom
Advice
We slept together twice, in case you’ve forgotten.
Maybe you should stop asking my advice on your next doomed relationship.
Cake
Let us bake a cake.
A cake of doooooooommmmmm!
Sour Apples
He wanted to be like Lennon, which made me McCartney, I guess. We never needed George or Ringo – nor, as it turned out, Yoko.