Trip Hop

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Issue 2 of Dilate magazine has dropped, popped and rolled. An elixir of stimulating brew initiating the new-new. My piece “Trip Hop” is in the mindfizzy mix.

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Apocalyptic Bop

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Happy to be a creative contributor to the resurrected and phoenix rising incarnation of Dilate magazine. Issue 2 just dropped for the new year.

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Merger

Posted on December 31, 2023 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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Sync Hole

Posted on December 31, 2023 by John Biscello

Imagine the person standing next to you is thinking about you. If there is no one standing next to you imagine a person standing next to thinking about you. What are they thinking? Imagine yourself thinking about a person thinking thoughts about someone standing next to you thinking thoughts about you. Replace you with them. Now think thoughts about you as them and vice-versa. Do the thoughts match? Imagine there is no one left in the world expect you, yet you remain plagued by thoughts of someone thinking thoughts about you, someone you can’t see or hear, someone who cannot possibly exist, since you have been assured that you are the only person left in the world. What kind of world is this? Imagine an inconceivable world where no one spends any time thinking about you, because everyone is thinking about themselves, which removes you as a source of identification and disquiet from the equation. Why are you still feeling troubled and bewitched? Imagine water flowing. Keep imagining this until you are cured.

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Slapstick

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Walk down the street, any and every street, tripping in different ways. In different cities, in different states, practice the art of falling and getting back up. Some people will claim that the getting back up is the most important part, but really, the falling, the how and now of the falling, is where the art is developed. In time you may reach what is called slapstick enlightenment, where falling up stairs or into the sky becomes the graceful norm.

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Pink Floyd

Posted on December 30, 2023 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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Round and Round

Posted on December 30, 2023 by John Biscello

Send out invitations to people you know, informing them you have rented out a yellow school bus for the purposes of taking a trip. The admission for the trip is, as follows: Before boarding the bus, each person is to speak one of their childhood dreams into a tin can whose top and bottom have been cut out. Once they do this, they will be allowed entry onto the bus. Phase two of admission will require them to speak that childhood dream into the ear of the person seated next to them, who will do the same in return. Then, as the bus driver pulls out, all the passengers will be prompted to sing The Wheels on the Bus, while thinking of the childhood dreams they shared.

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Diorama

Posted on December 30, 2023 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 shoe box. 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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Center Point

Posted on December 29, 2023 by John Biscello

Walk ever so slowly, with measured steps, to the center of your being. Walk out again, toward the center of your being. Continue moving in and out, in and out, until all sense of orientation is lost. Stop walking, and breathe, finding yourself where you happen to be.

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Selfie Awareness

Posted on December 29, 2023 by John Biscello



Take a selfie of the person pretending to be you.

Take a selfie of the self behind the person pretending to be you.

Take a selfie in which you are absent from the photo.

Take a selfie in which countless variations of you appear simultaneously.

Take a selfie of everyone you have never been.

Take a selfie of who you might become one day, if.

Take a selfie in which you only appear under unspecified conditions.

Take a selfie of yourself dreaming in real time.

Put down your device and take a selfie which contains no reflection.

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