I believe in the hippie dream. I believe in camping in the desert, covered with dust. I believe in the brotherhood of mankind. In free love. In not letting the man harsh my mellow. In planting bombs in cop cars because they're not groovy. In playing music because it's there waiting to be played. I believe in spirits, witches and the little folk. I believe we should all dress like freaks because we are all freaks. Unless it isn't your bag, which is cool, man. I believe the sisters and brothers are all the same. I believe in freedom of speech, and I believe in the freedom to take pcp and run around the beach naked. I believe in downright citizens, a freak army armed with weapons of terrifying potentiality. The right to peaceably assemble, the right to violently dissemble. I am an anarchist, a socialist. I oppose controls. I wonder if you've ever really looked at a flower. I oppose the bourgeoisie individualism. I reject the church but accept faith in the uncanny. I believe in field stripping an sks. I believe in stripping naked in the mall. I believe that they've got our number. I believe in lying to telemarketers. I don't believe in fences. I walk the earth. I live in a house made of hemp. I believe in communal meals. I believe we should just leave the earth alone, ok? I believe in the hope of the common man. I reject all money. I am rich in all things. I believe that if not do-it-yourself, do-it-together. I believe in the movement. I find vampires funny. I use styrofoam to make napalm. I believe in the power of rock. I am a pacifist. I am a realist. I confuse my dreams with the marvel of the day.

Before the hippie dream, there was another kind of counterculture, the hobos and railriders. Here are some of the secret hobo chalk markings that were put on posts and sidewalks in chalk to alert other hobos to the local conditions. Hobo Symbols 1 Hobo Symbols 2