1100 Glendon Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90024
Yes, it is true. I now live on Miley Drive.
The world’s most dedicated Miley Cyrus lowlife (That’s Me) is now by chance living on Miley Drive in Anchorage Alaska.
I will respond to this by saying.
I used to have two fish in a bowl. One was named Tang, and I forget the name of the other one. But Tang died during the first night.
It was at that time I knew that I could not be like Tang.
There might not be a tattoo of a dream catcher on my ribcage, but I learned that life is about Destiny and Hope, and you have to somehow keep all the negativity associated with our solar system out of your gravitational field. Yet, you have to find a way to do this without trapping yourself in the bowl like Tang and not surviving your very first night as a stranger in a bizarre messed up land.
Now that I’ve left the first footsteps on this warm and soon-to-be-cold ground, I am forced to wonder if I’m walking toward something on the “Forever” void, or maybe, I am just racking up rubble as I make that “Climb.” However, there is one thing that has to be noted, at least if you are walking, climbing, running, or even hurdling, you are still alive, and not floating upward like when I discovered that golden little yellow guy in the Early morning many years ago.
So I’m going to send this to Miley, and make this an invitation to go grab Cake Batter Milkshakes from Coldstone Creamery next time she is in Alaska. She now has my street.
Your question for me here___________________________________________?
PS for People of Earth:
I might delete this soon because it was fu*king uncomfortable to write.
I don't know Al. This kind of reminds me of Salinger.ReplyDelete
Nah, I just paraphrased the summary of her memoir. Parallelgasm.ReplyDelete