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"It will not be punishment this time; it will be total erasure."

"Heaven"

Unaccountably thoughtful, Cheetoh muses
on getting into Heaven. Gilded plastic
& underage girls. Yet it must be Heaven
where Cheetoh is; nowhere else is better;
Cheetoh must be straightway primed to get there—
except for that dying part. His thought veers off.
He cannot hold that train for very long.
Sincere for half a breath, it does him credit
—like a gleam of wit in the eye of a rabid dog.

Crisp splitting.

"Ah, Elizabeth had her ways. A leopard does not change its spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit. Well, women of her kind have a right to put their gifts to their natural use. We must not find fault with what is natural." —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

"Leaving most of his art behind, he took a bus to Juba, passing himself off as South Sudanese for months. Then, news came that one of his earlier works had won a Unesco competition in Paris. He travelled to France to receive the award and then to Oslo in late 2011, where he applied for political asylum."