Jeff Rubard
2010-02-02 03:54:12 UTC
My parents went to Mass [*sans phrase* if you must have it] growing
up.
Then they didn't. They had various reasons for this.
I never did. I was encouraged not to believ-a in God-a, and /this I
did a "tollable" job of/.
I still don't, really. Not even J-WH O' Cardozo. [*Rail-lay*.]
I did a *causus lapsus*, which is how the "lapsed" Catholic
*indicates* [!!] the value of the faith for others is /known to them/,
by "tarrying" ten minutes during a sermon concerned with 'lay sisters'
and Edith Stein. Then I screamed out the name of my main bitch: "AL
SMITH!"
I did a translation of the Gospel of John with *mise en scenes* as a
'substitute' for Chick tracts.
"This I believe", /inna/ Canadian stylee.
JDR
up.
Then they didn't. They had various reasons for this.
I never did. I was encouraged not to believ-a in God-a, and /this I
did a "tollable" job of/.
I still don't, really. Not even J-WH O' Cardozo. [*Rail-lay*.]
I did a *causus lapsus*, which is how the "lapsed" Catholic
*indicates* [!!] the value of the faith for others is /known to them/,
by "tarrying" ten minutes during a sermon concerned with 'lay sisters'
and Edith Stein. Then I screamed out the name of my main bitch: "AL
SMITH!"
I did a translation of the Gospel of John with *mise en scenes* as a
'substitute' for Chick tracts.
"This I believe", /inna/ Canadian stylee.
JDR