My terse Confession
My first holy confusion.
The sacrilege of marriage
Some new and original sins
Do not bite the community or hosts.
My first contrition was after biting too hard on my mother’s wrist.
I have been interned by the Bishop of Salford.My new gnome is Thomas Aquinas.
I was capsized in the church of St Peter and Paul near the railway station( that did not help much)
So far I have not received the last rites but I practise here every day my own rights and rituals hoping that God will feel intrigued.
My mother went to Grass every Sunday after she learn to
walk on it by ignoring those signs
Please sleep off the Mass.
The bard be with you.
And with my ferret