Aeris144

And its all come such a long way. From the pieces to the stencils to the tags. I wrote poetry in bathroom stalls, in library books, on crumpled up pieces of paper and to my Girlfriend[s] (but for the most part they never saw any of it, I was particularly crappy at opening myself up to people).  I'd write, I'd tag, I'd pass around books of particular inspiration to me to strangers. I had a hard time being understood by anyone, but people got it. Somewhere, someone got it. Somewhere, someone cried. And somewhere, someone told me thank you. It was that reason, and that reason alone I kept trucking along.I was pissed at the Government, but hat...

I deleted all my other journal entries; they seemed a tad bit extraneous to the page. Nothing of any moderate importance except updates and video's i found amusing.One thing I don't think is extraneous (and is, in fact, long overdue) is a reading list. Not just any reading list, but a reading list of material that has, for me, either been mildly informative, inspiring or entertaining (and if it does its job, it'll be do all three) to hand down to that small hand full of followers i've had for the past 2 or 3 years (consider this an apology for me wasting your time ;] )- or to the passerby that somehow found himself on this deviant page (Lo...