[Fsfc-private] Many responsibility issues, personal issues, vocational issues, etc.

[Hart]

The Pope is the Ultimate Godfather and the Bishops, Cardinals and
Viccars are perfect Made Men, Mob Bosses, Dons, etc and so on. My
sinuses feel like abused scuba tanks. Most folks decorated in groups, i.
That tells me something. The results speak for themselves.
We, the congregations and the uncongregated who believe in Christ are at
fault, too, for not paying more attention.

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So I donned a Dallas tee shirt.
They frighten me because they take deep, spiritual principles and turn
them into bumper stickers and tee shirts.
Sharpies on her head. That was twenty-four years ago. So, for her to do
nothing is everything. Might be enough to slow a Kenworth. This state is
in trouble.
Told me that was a good impression. Whatever you believe is peachy, but
I still believe in the Christian God of Abraham.
The Pope is the Ultimate Godfather and the Bishops, Cardinals and
Viccars are perfect Made Men, Mob Bosses, Dons, etc and so on. Yes, I
know the Bible.
Ok, hey, was I the one with the full-body feather suit on?
A pat phrase someone uses.
Killing in the name of God.
Patch Adams with a bright gold wig walked around with an old Marx Bros.
Whether they admitted it to themselves or anyone else.
Jared would only shake his head, feeling sorry for the pitiful chunky
people. Without those things? This is how jaded we are. So that I could
believe that as more birthdays come and go, things will get better.
They frighten me because of their unyeilding adherence to codes that are
handed to them by other men.
I forget his particulars. But, recently, the truth has smashed me, whole
bodied, right into a mirror and made me look at something very
studiously: I am no victim.
I think that pissed God off to no end.
And we all ought to stop. Smiling, the anchor looked into the second
camera and went into the next story, how to shed those unwanted
pregnancy pounds.
Killing in the name of God. And what is the precise deal with miss
Jovovich?
I drove around the place three times looking to see if perhaps a CD
store might be noted on an outside wall. When something is personal, one
should deal with it personally.