lucygraywoolff

March 29, 2011

THE DIARY OF DIARRHOEA

Filed under: treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 8:07 pm

When we arrived

At this godawful dive

A feeling of foreboding

Began eroding

Our brain.

before the will

To live didst drain

We took the bull by the horn

Torn

‘tween

Staying

Or going

‘Twas blowing our mnid.

Then we find

The [butcher shop] quack’s

MMG

Mengele’s Mass Genocide

Practice

Practise the art

Of chopping off ladies legs

Right,

Left and centre.

Racks

Up the deaths.

The lowest rung

Shit(e)

dozy

Done

It

Bun

even a Chick

Treasure

Island

 

 

March 26, 2011

Bent, masonic Scottish coppers, bent masonic Scottish sheriffs and courts, bent, masonic [non-court] solicitors, the smallest man in Christendom

Filed under: seain and eamonn what a pair of eejits, treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 12:13 pm

BEWARE ALL YOU GOOD FOLKS (UNLESS YOU TOO WANT A SAMARITAN FOB, STUCK THROUGH YOUR LETTERBOX) WHO RESIDE WITHIN SCOTLAND AND IN PARTICULAR….. THE ESPECIAL AREA OF NORTH EDINBURGH. HE, THE WEE MAN, ONE OF THE DAMNED RUNS LOOSE LIKE WATERY STOOLS …UNSCHOOLED AND UNEDUCATED AND UNNOTICED.HE WOULD KILL FOR RECOGNITION.  HERE’S A LAUGH LADIES… THINKS ALL THE FEMALES WANT TO SLEEP WITH HIM….WE’D SQUASH THE FECKING MIDGET…..

If you write [no holds barred] 100% poetry and have always done throughout your life; realistically own to a distinct turn of phrase, which is truthful to the point of no return; and are directly related to Yeats…yeah YOU did not know that especial one did you seain john anthHony Bucky he who hails from a Dublin sink estate and born June 11 1966. Address c/oa firm of non-court bent and warped solicitors in Hanover Street, Edinburgh! Pity YOU put your address on calma remember that great company [started in 2005] which folded in less than 2 years..little fucking wonder YOU dumped your poisonous and toxic crap upon me……. ‘second in command’ and  THE lesser partner’ to rick, the bald headed prick = business = (counselling in the workplace) and make absolutely sure you give them core for smellor-(double barrelled) clarke’s the el, capitaine of the high seas benefit and counselling literatutre and confidentiality clause to sign…they are paying through the nose after all…unlike the Moorhousian area of deprivation toe rags, who deserve NOWT! An oirish leprechaun running a business, give me a break. Away and tar a road, navvy!

By the way folks this particular and above refrain is in relation to the most unethical, bent and twisted (in all ways) wee uneducated cunt ‘working’…(skiving more like)  in North Edinburgh since 1994″ and Ive been here eleven years so must know what I am doing’…..”!like to see my weiner…oh wait until I find it!’

Then suddenly an oirish, clod hopper ‘taller’ Dublin (what again) copper who have been in the force for 28 years…big fecking wowsers (impressed, moi???) And he who owns to a disturbing multifaceted personality. He will practically sit on your knee, touching [knees] distance, grabbing your arm, looking at your wristwatch (upchuck and smarm) ‘I loike looking into your eyes’  then on the second occasion physically threaten you, scream in your face, stop shaking hands, push past you, lunge at you, raging cunt. The poor six footer oirish dublin eamonn keen cannot even spell or write correctly. He even places an extra ‘N’ in the name eamonn, jaysus) Trying to impress the ladies, methinks he stinks to high Heaven! And folks guess what, eamonn keen is psychic because HE KNOWS one owns to an Non Harassment Order well before YOU do! And yet claims to know nought of civil courts!Lies, lies, and even more lies!

Now he’s running scared, cos he’s been warned off; the sheriffs and bent [bacp] solicitors who pay for the wee fellow’s [seain’s] case and will ensure YOU DO NOT own access to a lawyer and go on to produce fake death threats IN YOUR HUBBY’S NAME ……funny thing is wee seain, the masturbator and violent sex offender who was given HIS victim’s address, followed she and threatened she in turn; he is only four foot four inches and eamonn the strapping oirishman must have eaten HIS mince and TATTIES, the spud cruncher growing up….No TB there on his side of the tracks living in a sink estate in Dublin’s minging streets in the 1960’s eh, seain.

My mother, the best violin teacher I ever witnessed was a great one to curse people who deserved same. Well guess what…….gorgie / dalry  john [seain] john anthHony B she passed same onto I and it works…hope you and eamonn keen fry in Hell before long…..devil mend you…ashamed of your parenthood eh seainy cannot even say you were baptised, can you……as we would say you were squatting at the fire when your tinker drunken guinness swilling da was born………did you grow up in a drawer and a cot until you were thirty? Didn’t cost your tinker ma much in clothes.

From Diaries to Diarrhoea

Filed under: no brain shain — lucygraywoolff @ 11:42 am

ODE TO A WEE NO BRAIN

DUBLIN SEAIN

We’ve been dumped

Upon from a great height.

Look out family

Here comes more lumpen

Pumping

Shiite.

Firstly the Moir’s

On the books of a’

Criminal lawyers!

Then the Rollo’s

Who strollo

Through our life,

Causing endless

Mayhem

And heartrending strife.

 

Then,

Ahem,

Dare I say

Today?

‘Tis wee

Mini-me

(In more ways than one)

Shane,

(seain / john anthHony) B.

An unimportant, uneducated

X rated

No brain.

Totally insane.

‘Were all mad in some way

Or t’other,’

(Oh the steepling of  freudian fingers

Lingers

On his crushed crotch.

Up a notch!

Pursing

Rubber lips.

Slip

And slurp.

Bursting

You see.

‘Ah, you want to sleep with me.’

And I, though plug

Ugghh

Ugly as sin

Do charm.

I smarm

I rock

I am armed

With a miniscule cock.

So I have another wank.

Now let’s be frank

(I’d never find

you behind

the bed covers.

You’d be smothered

Without your child cot

If you shot

Your load.)

An internet based

Spaced

Out

Penis bated

Masturbated

Counsellor.

With no personal therapy.

I ask you

Nae wonder he’s so blue.

Man alive!

In 2005

His newly fledged

Company went to the wa

So the heid the ba

Took it out on me.

You

Do

See.

Dumped HIS toxic

Transference

In my direction.

He ought to be sectioned.

Lied

And cried

To the lutterworth crew.

I didn’t say I (kiss ass) had a Psych

Degree.

Nae wonder he was blue.

Boo

Hoo.

A female with more brains than YOU!

Before the liar leprechaun

Faked death threats

Fabricated

X rated counselling lit;

The pervy shit

The crushed beige

Beige

Rage

Corded weenywagger.

Who was desperate to garner a suitable wage

For CALMA (which went to the wall.)

The under age teenage shagger.

The midgets.

The dwarves.

The doc Mr been and gone

And dunn it.

The, black as the earl

Waistcoat crabbit cunt.

Shithozda.

This monstrous

MMG

Which housed the crabby puss

You see.

Namely named Mengele’s

Mass

Genocide

Practice.

This was less

A doctor’s,

Than a Nazi camp

And the wee Friday 1966 tramp,

Tramped

Through his mess

(of his own making)

Baking

Shiting

Dumping

Farting

Poison

Vitriolic

Colic

Intestinal erupting

Upon the vulnerable

The meek and the mild.

My, how his mass probs ran wild.

He, the runt

Did dunt

He did punt

The wee cunt

Did use

Abuse

Misuse

Confidential

Private

Information.

He thought his station

In life

Was to cause excess

Strife.

He lived in tenement

Gorgie.

Meant

No life

For the wee man

From Dalry

Yet Shane sure didst try

To get famous.

His mongoloid puss

Was always red

With rage.

Anguish was his wage.

The patient

Client

Compliant

WAITING

Anticipating

People in Moorhouse

The Poorhouse

Began to dread

His coming

666

Tom Mix

Did not have a look-in

He was a walking sin.

(shane b’s psychological, undersized physical, emotional,

mental, spiritual and verbal diarrhoea…a condition with fluid faeces)

He split

Ripped

The populace

Into pieces

The troll under the red bridge

With the mind similar in ilk to a subzero fridge.

Evil little nobody

A fellow of NO degree.

I saw you see

Seainy

No brainy

I viewed

I imbued

Your flawed

Clawed

Desperation

At your lack in station

In life

Your psychological scarring

Barring

None.

Dodgy [monster filled]dense

Monstrous transference.

(How dare you

Leave me stuck

With your bad luck

Blues.)

This

(his

folks)

Fake

Make

Out

Psychology Degree

From Uni College Dublin.

You [don’t] see.

(Cos it don’t exist

Which sure makes HIM pissed.)

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