All About Atlanta
Atlanta. The city of intimacies that unfurl like toilet paper in a bathroom in the Atlanta airport.
Atlanta. Full of people drinking stout, vocally acquiescing to their large servings of custard.
Atlanta. Plush meteors fly down the streets, knocking the wandering idiots into the alleys where they can perturb the immigrants with their idiocy.
Atlanta. The city where the automats are drearier than the frosty automats of North Dakota, yet more cruel.
Atlanta. The city where automat technicians buckle under the demoralizing stares of disdain from North Dakotan automat technicians.
Atlanta. Where springtime means that street yodelers come out from hibernation and once again yodel on the ferries and from taxicabs, entertaining locals and tourists alike with their astounding yodeling.
Atlanta. The home of water boxing.
Atlanta is great.