we are the creative class. we are alone in our rooms with one dream among us. we tell stories about boys and girls. we learn to fly, and we make those stories come as true as our minds can, will them. our teachers are comic books and cartoons. every bedroom of bad cave every day. then you can learn our gallery is hung with magnets on the fridge. we stand on your corner and wonder what if we could play for living, what if we can use chop to make the sidewalk more interesting? what if there are others are here watching the trees turn in the pocket arts, we feel waste baskets with ideas. our cash goes into canvas and a clinic colors, and we wonder how much balloony can we eat before it's bad for us? can we bottle the smell of fear and sell it? we pay a mirror of the ocean, and in the wall, we find the shell around a tiny perl. we share it between us. it warms our hand. let's use it the guidance and tools and trees. let's make something there in the dark. so we're not afraid of the dark over again. we are the photo negative, and we are what develops. there are forty of us making his work after hours, because we figured out a way to do it better. don't say that it's impossible that there is no budget for glitter. give us a wheel to rent that let's make a lighter, cleaner water jug for disaster relief. let's turn sustainable design into design and sustains us all. we are millions of us armed the drop clothes in wood, glue and vision. we will so screen a manner that flies colors you never heard of. let's raise, hide the beams and set the roof on fire. let's send a ripple from here to new delhi. we can start a rally with a website of revolution, with a jay pageant. we are more than the sum of our parts. we get president elected. we are an army. we are alone in our rooms. there is a story in all of us, and we are going to make it. we are the creative class.
