"What's your road, man? - Holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow." - On the Road
I choose the road less traveled. I choose to live boldly and freely, and most importantly, without regret.
I choose to live my life by the philosphy of the iconoclastic intellectuals.
The time of drifter rock and front porch blues.
"Digging bop and talking strange...24 hours of drinking coffee and playing record after record."
When rebels and hipsters rose up and broke convention, and traveled the American dirt roads with intense conviction to feel the essence of life.
They stood boldly against constriction and left behind a blazing warpath of intellectual freedom. And though it was short-lived, what they left behind was momentous.
The hepcats who never backed down.
The 'Angels of the American Underground'.
The Beat Generation.
"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness." -Allen Ginsberg
And in the end, we're all just revivals of a greater past.
But I'd rather stand alone with the freaks than stand in line with the fools.
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