When The Income Is Better Than The Outcome

Notes from West Palm...

Born and raised in captivity. Every moment documented. I heart my cage.

Silly boy, when will you realize that she is just the steam that is laughing at you on the window panes. Bonfires storm your head and criminals line your veins... like no one even notices. But you do.

There's not a single soul thinking of you the way that I am at this very moment. It's really all about who you become in the middle of the night, be it the deepest of sleep, or blurry eyed and stumbling.

Loose lips sink ships. I've stockpiled more than a few torpedoes in my chest for you... so let's take out the entire fleet with how we really feel.