a mind infract

I warned him he'd be getting a huge box of birthday presents from me.

He’d aimed film lamps at the rectangular pools, which sent reflections up the gallery wall in veined and fractured shimmers.

Paleoorthodoxy understands itself to be postlib, postmodern, postfundy, postneoanything, since the further one progresses from ancient apostolic testimony the more hopeless the human condition becomes.