He poured enough water to cause a flood, placed a heap of bel leaves on the Shivalinga, and belted out his impure chanting.

He is able to practice law in six states.

But the tall tower, with its four- faced clock, rose as majestically and uncompromisingly as though the land had never been subjugated.

I smack my lips, elixir rolling in my belly like molten gold. I ditch the empty bottle. Stretch my hungry muscles, pop my neck, crack! I feel … odd, as if my skin don’t fit proper. That shiny pink hellbrew is playing merry bugfuck with me, my friends, and I won’t stand for it.