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The Cardinal Bishop and his Female Pope

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For such an astute writer your ability to read between the whiplash lines is fairly poor, sir. That last evening when he. “Comforted” Barb there was Moore happening than was written… I mean, it’s obvious really - they’d been rudely interrupted in the discovery scene, by the genuine saintly man… Obviously when given the opportunity to spend the night with a beaten, humiliated, tortured Barbara of Mohr- of course he had his way with her… several times no doubt. He’s clearly just a sleaze bag who’s good at covering his tracks….

He’ll be on the crux soon enough, if there’s any justice!
You shouldn't judge Praetorio by your own.
He is a saint, it is not given to ordinary mortals to understand the depth of his plans.
 
You shouldn't judge Praetorio by your own.
He is a saint, it is not given to ordinary mortals to understand the depth of his plans.
Finally someone with the Spirit of wisdom and understanding!

The Cardinal Bishop needs no one to defend him. His trust is in God.

The Lord God will not despise a humble and contrite heart.
 
I personally believe, for this type of attempt, half-hearted is gross overkill. I'd vote for no-hearted myself, but maybe that's just me. Covering this up is criminal at best.
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I actually like those shoes …


The Cardinal Bishop needs no one to defend him. His trust is in God.
Just like it would one day say on the dollar bill …


I wouldn’t put it past Barb to survive her own martyrdom.. ;)

Yep, that’s a piece of cake here on CF …
 
We can make an exception for it. There's a first time for everything?


To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
 
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
I think I hear Byrds :rolleyes:
 
Sketchy....and rushed
Please do not start apologizing. My comment was meant to describe a style, a style you seem to have carefully developed and nurtured. It is the role of all art (visual and written) to suggest far more than is simply put down on the page. Your "rushed" style, whatever the cause is wonderfully suggestive and evocative. Do not change (OK, you are allowed to improve!)
 
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