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Ken
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Date Posted: 18:36:48 11/27/02 Wed
>More then likely I'll be spending Thanksgiving alone
>but I hope the rest of you spend the time with much
>family and friends close by.
My mom will be close at hand, and the rest of my family as far away as I can manage.
>Tomorrow will also be my five year anniversary of being
>admitted into Milwaukee Psyche for clinical depression.
>Wow, so much has happened and
>I've grown so much in insight, wisdom and empowerment.
Indeed. You're still a whack job, but at least you're not depressed!
>Thanks men for being my friends, all these many years.
>Even when I get frustrated or bossy or tempermental, I
>do remain blessed to be in touch with you all even
>though its not as often as I want it to be. I am
>thankful for the advice and the wisdom, the sarcasm,
>the tomfoolery and the love and MOST IMPORTANT, the
>acceptance of me so I feel safe to BE me.
Okay, I take back the whack job part. And I, too, am thankful for our unusual friendship, its highs and lows. I wish we could all spend more time together as well. I'd be a better person for the time well-spent.
>Stay together, friends
>Don’t scatter and sleep
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>Our friendship is made
>of being awake.
That's nice, but how about a little Thanksgiving prayer from your pal, William S. Burroughs, that smirking old beatnik bastard:
A Thanksgiving Prayer
by William S. Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream, to vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches.
For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories -- all right let's see your arms!
You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.
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