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​In Memory of Susan Denise Atkins-Whitehouse

Implosion

In her works,
Susan chronicles the beginning of the second August night;

"...and I drove off in the old Ford..."
"...was behind the wheel and he drove and drove,
covering many miles, but I wasn't sure
where we were most of the time.
There was little conversation,
at least about where we were going
or what we were going to do.
​It was mostly light talk.

I'm not sure about the others,
but I was once again quite stoned on methedrine
​and was pretty much preoccupied with my own thoughts"

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What thoughts was Susan preoccupied with?
What was Susan thinking about at this time?
​What happened to Susan at this moment?

No one could know, 
except Susan.
No one will ever know,
except Susan.

Susan's statement implodes on her readers.
Susan never explored any further in her writings
her preoccupation with her own thoughts. 

(All quotes from
Child of Satan Child of God
by Susan Atkins with Bob Slosser)


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