"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things." - Jack Kerouac
- Those who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated.
- Those who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night.
- Those who studied Plotinus Poe St John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the universe instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas.
-Those who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels, who were visionary indian angels!
- Those who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy.
- Those who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, so they took a ship to Africa.
- Those who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered.
- Those who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets.
- Those who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down.
- Those who actually read all of the above.
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