Meanwhile, Carrie and Jake have been planning a night of sophisticate drunkenness with Karen. Jake bought cheese and Carrie bought herself an ice cream cone. Karen was contacted to buy the whine. Now that she had it in hand, she called them back and awaited their arrival in her room. The stored piles of junk on her bed had been removed and put away. So had the stacks of books on her desk, the scatterings of laundry, and the trash.
I like doughnuts. I can't not want them. If I see one, I want to eat it. It's so inexpensive and so munchable. And it's glazed with what can only be the most deliciously edible topping. Sugar.
On with the story
When Carrie and Jake finally arrived, ....actually I don't want to tell this story anymore. Not at all.
I'd like to illustrate Ann Arbor as a massive plane balancing upon a tall, narrow pyramid. The tip is fastened to the dead center of the city. The land bends under the pressure of extra weight like a fishing poll snagged on weeds. As people flood in for football games, the south side of the map sinks dramaticly and the north end becomes elated and light. It floats up in the absence of its residents. Only the few who remain at home can see it tip upwards at an eighty degree angle, the most grandeous rollercoaster. Some loose their grip and slip off, roll down the streets until they plumet into the black hole of the big house.
In the summer, the bending dips and trenches of massive student weight all straighten and smooth themsleves out. Ann Arbor becomes as flat as a prarie, not stressed or pressured. The city becomes light to the point where things seem to float. The growing grass is just the packed down ground being released upwards.
The more sudden popluation changes that occur around holidays such as Thanksgiving or spring break cause an elastic whiplash in the ground. The pavement cracks as the outer corners of town are released from traffic moving down the highways. They swing upwards and curl in, then bounce back again and again, reverberating into a quiet, flat plane just as the departed students are kissing their mothers hello.
I like doughnuts. I can't not want them. If I see one, I want to eat it. It's so inexpensive and so munchable. And it's glazed with what can only be the most deliciously edible topping. Sugar.
On with the story
When Carrie and Jake finally arrived, ....actually I don't want to tell this story anymore. Not at all.
I'd like to illustrate Ann Arbor as a massive plane balancing upon a tall, narrow pyramid. The tip is fastened to the dead center of the city. The land bends under the pressure of extra weight like a fishing poll snagged on weeds. As people flood in for football games, the south side of the map sinks dramaticly and the north end becomes elated and light. It floats up in the absence of its residents. Only the few who remain at home can see it tip upwards at an eighty degree angle, the most grandeous rollercoaster. Some loose their grip and slip off, roll down the streets until they plumet into the black hole of the big house.
In the summer, the bending dips and trenches of massive student weight all straighten and smooth themsleves out. Ann Arbor becomes as flat as a prarie, not stressed or pressured. The city becomes light to the point where things seem to float. The growing grass is just the packed down ground being released upwards.
The more sudden popluation changes that occur around holidays such as Thanksgiving or spring break cause an elastic whiplash in the ground. The pavement cracks as the outer corners of town are released from traffic moving down the highways. They swing upwards and curl in, then bounce back again and again, reverberating into a quiet, flat plane just as the departed students are kissing their mothers hello.
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