There are some words for you – a shallow slut from Howth in Dublin. Then,
a some years ago, in SFX Theatre, were not a relations or date. There were
simply an act contamination in SFX Theatre. Contamination of mind by you.
All we were contaminated by you – a fresh sicko, recently released from
mental hospital. You, who were not ashamed publicly to swallow a tablets
from a tube. Chris were right warned me about you: “She is a fucking
mad!”, but he told me too late. Chris was one decent fella in all group.
You were sick hand angry from lack of consumption. You did not left a
chance when you saw me: at first were father’s spoiled girls’ speech about
“boyfriend from Yugoslavia”, because nobody wanted you in IE; after that
were first steps to get into hands a boy from Lithuania. “Do you want, do
you want to go with me to “Violets”???!!!”. “Do you want to go to
“Condotti”??? All course for 12.5 euros only!” Waw, how not to cry from
these Joannes’ endeavors! Of course, you did not left a chance to make
sure me that: “We are Irish”. (Can you imagine, that did not know that.)
Because you then were in full shit. You were a simply shallow bitch, a
person, about which Moncrieff said: “She doesn’t like to kiss, but happy
to go to the bed”, pulled into mental hospital by own father, because your
untraditional behavior become not acceptable in Ireland. You should better
be stayed in the mental hospital. Then I should be safe in course and
after. Persons like you should be isolated from the society. I should
better sent you fuck off, shallow slut from North Side Dublin, with
unsuccessful suicide: “Oh, again I’m alone!” You are simply walking
tragedy for all society. It is not my fault that your father did not
forced you marry or to go to college to learn of proper life style. But
your experiments (experiences) of relations with men does not go into any
acceptable framework of life.
Andrius
http://labaslietuva.wordpress.com/2010/05/06/some-words-for-joanne-whelan-
from-howth-dublin/
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