Bad FBI

 It was something we screamed before everything and anything good, that gave us some kind of childhood  or hope was blown up. Something We had to keep pushing the extremes of what We can do to escape because if they got Us there wouldn't be any more survival. After the towers We were told it was one less mortal terror that would descend if We tried to have a friend or live a life or stop evil shit from happening. Same conversation included being told that was all though they were sticking with the Platinum Jubilee plans, so pro slavery, pro child abuse, pro keeping American power structures to be packed with people who actively hate America in an organized and protected manner, pro genocide,
pro deadly fascist cult conspiracies. Yep still not over it. Twenty years later it still breaks our heart but at least now twenty years of multi state supported terror is behind us and not ahead.


We are very confident the structures don't have the ability to plan and enforce the events of the next twenty years to the same degree. It's just so fucking disgusting. What's left isn't capable of adapting much and definitely can't change what they are about.  Hearing the bloke neighbor whose about the same age as Us start quoting Platinum Jubilee shit last year or the year before, whenever it was was amongst some of the worst shit that has happened here, worse than his sexual comments, calling us 'Louise', promoting Tucker Carlson and blasting porn or the crap from his sister and niece.

In Glasgow 05ish when they brought our current neighbors into the Spirit to arrange our life post Jubilee in Berwick We left. There was absolutely nothing for us to gain by being there and not enough in play to force Us to stay. Leaving in a big safe car with a bunch of non UK/US accents and nationalities We broke. We will be getting out. We are.

Rained today. Supposed to get hot over the next few days. Don't have enough cash for wine in the sunshine over the next few days. That's a damn shame. 



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