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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Telegram

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Eulogy

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Drop dead several times each day and recite advance eulogies for the persons so explicitly shed. Allow grief to function not as barrier or backwater but rather a marker for diminishing returns.

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Merger

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Spend one day as the person you always imagined you’d be. If it suits you, do it for a second day. Then a third. Continue impersonating your dream-self until you grow tired and decide to call it quits, or filial merger occurs in real time.

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Pink Floyd

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result. Prove that you are insane, or not insane, by banging your head repeatedly against a stone wall while singing a song. When you are done, take off your head and walk through the wall, leaving your head behind as a witness. When and if you return, ask your head to tell your body what happened while you were away.

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Diorama

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Make a shoebox diorama of your dream life. Install a macaroni model of yourself into this dream life. Place the diorama in a dark closet and let it sit there for days, weeks, years. Take it out of the closet and remove everything from your dream life until it is just a shoebox. Place the macaroni model of yourself in boiling water. When it is al dente, sprinkle salt on it, and eat. Make a new dream life shoebox diorama, this time installing an aluminum foil model of yourself in the dreamscape.

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