There were men who were suicided. There were men who were revolutionaries. Soldiers willing to fight; young men set to go to war for REVOLUTION. They've killed themselves. Or perhaps singled out by the networks of informants. It's not hard to listen to campus, to look around downtown, to go to the shows, and figure out who the threats are.
And one by one, they killed themselves. Probably ray-guns pointed at their domiciles. Or beautiful vixens with CIA credentials and hit-squad training.
If ya Delve into guerilla-warfare, you get real sick, go real crazy, or die. It's the simple way to eliminate the revolution. To weed the dandelions.
That's my paranoid conspiracy about the suicides of my friends.
Is it right? I don't know.
THE END.
And one by one, they killed themselves. Probably ray-guns pointed at their domiciles. Or beautiful vixens with CIA credentials and hit-squad training.
If ya Delve into guerilla-warfare, you get real sick, go real crazy, or die. It's the simple way to eliminate the revolution. To weed the dandelions.
That's my paranoid conspiracy about the suicides of my friends.
Is it right? I don't know.
THE END.
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