Spy Blames

The Spies watched me/ messed with me for years, acting like I was the enemy... the criminal. They picked up my scent from a stack of papers hot off the fax, tracked me down and attacked this radical writer who had done nothing in politics for over twenty years and NEVER ONCE BOTHERED TO ASK my INTENTIONS, not for years... and when they finally listened to me... going on about what I believed, about what I wanted to achieve, who I am... after I was bleeding and wounded and drugged out and tied down and screaming day after day until I lost my voice... way more than I would have ever thought among the listening spies, found not only my intentions sensible, but our thoughts on justice and liberty similar, as well... and our shared hatred of the elite, among some few, has proven interesting, and useful and I thank them again for saving my life. On the other hand... the other shit. Different departments. I do not judge one because of what another did. Thank you and fuck you.... you both know who you are.