...what else?
that PPI session in harringay...i can remember a bit more about it, now...first up 'sea mist student' was in that room by the stairwell....she had been the daughter of a naval officer...or would that be commander?...and that is why she had known 'so much'...he had warned the entire network of parents-against-monarchy-mkultra...to keep in contact with their children upon a regular basis...something that my father had refused to do, with myself...go figure.
"no doubt, he kept in touch with ingabot" replies MOD EVANS ONLINE...yes, i could write a poem about it all, couldn't i?....a 'sylvia path' spoof around "daddy - you bastard, i'm through" in terms of so 'daddy', you decided that a psychopathic robot sex doll, addicted to heroin from early childhood - with a rotting brain in her skull - run by norwegian intelligence...
...was somehow 'better' than myself, a normal human being, with a working brain.
daddy, you decided to 'love and protect' ingabot - and for most of your life...ingabot - a soulless, genetic mutant, run by network chip...what can i say but...ha ha ha...more fool you. I had thought that you had more 'intelligence' but obviously you did not.
Oh and the same thing, could be said of the entire masonic tree - because according to my dad - they had all opted for the 'same thing' - after the masons had collectively viewed the first version of the film STEPFORD WIVES in the 70s and opted for 'soulless robot replacements of their womenfolk'...go figure..."how easy to fool, were that lot?" replies MOD EVANS...obviously 'that easy'. "something wrong with them then?" replies BI ONLINE...a lot wrong with them - go figure - start an investigation, now.
anyway, let's get back to that PPI building in harringay....as i walked into the room - off of the stairwell...'sea-mist student' was to tell me that it was 'useless' to queue...useless to queue in order to eventually reach the top of the building and enter that 'office/medical room' in order to claim (a bit like ATOS eh? very unfunny - i know but the score remains the same - 'the doctor days/daze' as in fake doctors making assessments etc etc)....
the sea mist...and the seam-ist...go figure....the sewing and the seams...."and the hemming in" replies MI5 ONLINE.
OTHER NOTES:
....what else? well later on this morning...i was to go to sainsbury's...to remember a couple of sainsbury's assistants...one of whom had once been 'plainclothes' in a 'previous incarnation' let us say...and this morning, having asked those assistants - where i could find the ravioli...she could remember all about 'ravioli'...apparently cans of ravioli had been withdrawn 'so many years ago now'....her friend was to concur....but they couldn't remember why...although they could remember that sainsbury's had withdrawn their own brand...along with tesco's....her friend then pointed to the HEINZ 'small can' of RAVIOLI upon the shelf in front of us....that was apparently 'all right'....i checked the contents upon the back of it....'modified cornflour' and other 'nasties'....my mother has always said that anything 'modified' upsets her stomach...MODified...ha ha ha...go figure....i didn't buy that small can.
...the point for me, in all of the above...is that the pair of them, could actually remember 'something' about it all - two 'memory sticks' although one of them (the larger one) was acting like a 'dormouse'...and something quite significant...even though RAVIOLI doesn't chime any bells for me...apart from the fact that MCGOWAN was to take an interest in a can, that i had - in my flat cupboard....circa 2003, manningtree wharf address...because i always liked to keep a can of it...i.e. having come back from a long stint of 'whatever'....away, from home....ravioli is rather filling...meat, pasta, tomato sauce...more so than just 'baked beans' and used to cost about the same....so why had it been withdrawn?...was the can in my cupboard 'poisoned' in some way?...what gives, here? why mcgowan's interest in it....etc etc...
my father used to love ravioli...he always wanted cans of it....and so my mother used to stock up the cupboard...not that anybody else liked it that much...etc etc...
OTHER NOTES:
anyway, what else?
i would like to know what my parents are up to - after that strange email, from my father...talking about a 'dinner party' rather than his 'birthday party' upon the 14th of july....therefore i will pen an email to them both...to ask what 'has gone down' recently...good idea, eh?
....along the lines of....let's keep up the 'happy family charades' so that the paedophile cult cannot complain about thing....i do not want to get 'sectioned' again, you understand...go figure:
Dear parents,
Having not heard from you for some while, I decided to drop you a line - so how did dad's 'dinner party' go? Do send me the photos if you have the time...i'd love to see how the whole show, is going - even though i didn't feel able to attend. In point of fact, i had a rather nasty stomach bug/summer cold on the 14th of july and so wasn't able to do much and for a couple of days.
Anyway, all is fine, in clacton - despite the increasingly hot weather - how is london, in this heat?
lots of love
Emily