To collect all the misfits from around the world, to amputate their wonderful minds, and to lock them up in a casket conceived out of the need to pacify the fearful supremacy of the agents of mediocrity is an operose procedure. They soon will break out, slit the veins of normalcy, and avenge the death of true beauty in the human spirit. In the end, one shall be glad that they were not at the receiving end of the monstrosity of their fury. Leave them alone, let them thrive, and let them fly.
The Unconditional Maverick