Cupping the Counter, organized by Keith J. Varadi
Park the cargo between the lines. Shred the shady spots just enough, so...you know.
Here we stand at a proper checkpoint. Shoes untied to trip up the trip.
"Vodka Red Bull; rocky relationship."
Set the sky on fire in order to gauge reality. It's been a long time since...you know.
Grasping at straws to suck up whatever lies at the bottom of this muddled post-truth pool. Swipe whichever piece of plastic feels less inflamed.
"Hello? This is the wake-up call you requested."