Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to be spoiled and poisoned.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving their carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feelin' their notches, for decent church-going 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 his own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories . . . ("Alright, 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.
William S. Burroughs (foreground) with Alan Ginsberg and Zenshin Philip Whalen.