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Mar 2013
Bless me father for I have sinned.
My last confession was two lifetimes ago.
The pontif is in place.

White smoke.Black smoke
Ritualistic joke.

To err is human,to forgive is devine.
Father silk sash once diddled a friend o mine.
Absoulute power corrupts absolutely ?

Absolutely.
Now.
Carry on.
Eyepatch in place.
Fall from grace. Never.

Go my son. And sin no. More.
Get a life.
Get a wife.
Get real.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
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