End of Days

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Name your child End of Days. When your child is throwing a tantrum, say—End of Days, I need you to stop this instant. When your child goes to sleep at night, tell them—Sweet dreams, End of Days, I love you. When your child gets suspended from school for aberrant behavior, throw up your hands and say—End of Days, I don’t know what to do with you. When your child become a teenager and the very thought of your existence repels them, ask yourself—End of Days, what happened to us? When your child is no longer a child and they leave home, write in your diary—My life feels empty without End of Days.

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A.I.

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Develop an A.I. mother. Ask the A.I. mother to raise and nurture you in the way that you always imagined you should have been raised and nurtured. Discard your previous existence, the first one, and install a legend around the events and circumstances comprising your alternative life. Develop an A.I. father. Kill it in its sleep. If it insists on coming back to life, generate a sub-plot in which you cast your A.I. father in the role of psychic adversary. Develop, with nurturance and care, an A.I. child. Proceed to develop the necessary A.I. parents to raise it. As the child grows, abandon your post as a shadow and develop an A.I. womb in which to crawl inside. Pray for short memory and safe return.

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Copyright

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Copyright every thought you imagine you have. Attach yourself to it, to them. Construct an identity around these collected thoughts, and copyright the identity. If you find one of your thoughts being spoken or shared by someone else, inform the user that the thought they believe to be theirs, actually belongs to you, and you have the copyright to prove it. If you encounter someone in public who resembles you in a manner that qualifies as copyright infringement, remind the person that identity theft is a violation punishable by law. If you happen to be accused of copyright infringement, for living someone else’s life, speaking someone else’s words, or appropriating their persona, redraw the imaginary lines between you and the rest of the world.

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Alignment

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Conceive of your body as the size of a planet. Notice that your body is inhabited by many things, each unique and unrepeatable in its design and imprint. Shrink yourself down to the size of an amoeba. Observe the uniquely unrepeatable structures of the giants roaming the world of which you are a part. Conceive or yourself as a human being. What do you see?

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Heaven

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Imagine a goldfish in heaven.

What is it breathing?

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Holes

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Cut a hole in the wind and sing through it. Put your ear to the ground. Listen for the echo of what you sang. Cut a hole in the ground and sing into it. Listen to the wind and hear your grounded voice traveling. Cut a hole in yourself and allow sunlight to enter. Bury yourself in the earth up to your neck and feel how the dark below is collecting the sudden wealth of your incandescence. Cut out necessary chatter, and abide silence as mentor and grace.

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Cage

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Find a husband. Throw him away. Throw him good and far away. If he returns, buy him a bird cage with no bird in it. Ask him to place a tiny mirror inside the cage. Maybe have him scatter several feathers on the bottom of the cage. When your husband is sleeping, suspend the cage over his sleeping body, his holy not your body. This is his Sword of Damocles. Except it is a bird cage with a tiny mirror and scattered feathers in place of a sword, and you have no husband, and you begin wondering about this body holy yours and the bed in which you sleep with that thing over your head.

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Judy Garland

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Masks

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Notices

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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