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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Masks

Posted on December 27, 2023 by John Biscello

You are about to kiss and be kissed. There is the matter of masks. You remove the first one, which is to say the outermost mask. Your lover removes her first one, and then her second. She is ahead of you in the process. Which is to say that when her third mask kisses your second mask, she expects more. At this rate, we’ll never reach true intimacy, she plainly states. You agree. And proceed to remove many more mask-layers. As does she. You kiss again. And both realize that deep genuine intimacy may take a while.

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Notices

Posted on December 27, 2023 by John Biscello

When you die, tell everyone there has been a change of address, and you will send the new coordinates as soon as you have them. When you die, tell everyone you are taking a trip to somewhere you’ve never been, Borneo or Mars or one of Saturn’s moons, and when you return they may not recognize you. When you die, tell everyone you are moving out of state, and stateless may be your new address and position for a while. When you die, tell everyone you have entered the witness protection program, and even if they stumble upon you, your new identity may befuddle them. Or simply don’t die and keep quiet.

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Whispers

Posted on December 26, 2023 by John Biscello


Whisper, I want to be inside you, to your lover, when she is in the middle of a parent-teacher conference. Whisper, between your thighs I found blue lightning, to your lover, when she is driving in congested traffic on the highway. Whisper, your neck is my favorite unoccupied territory, to your lover, when she is doing taxes, or something else numerical and benumbing. Whisper countless unimaginable things to your lover on a daily basis. As an auxiliary component to this ritual, scream everything you whispered to your lover into a glass jar which you label Fruit Salad.

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Ghost Story

Posted on December 26, 2023 by John Biscello

Understand clearly that you are a ghost haunting your own life. Do not seek an exorcist, nor a mirror. Do not try and revise or cure your condition. Put on a white sheet, cut two slits for eyeholes, and wander from room to room in your house, taking time in each room. At some point, find a mirror and stare into it, understanding clearly that beneath the sheet is nobody. Ask a friend you trust to come over and play-act the role of an exorcist, and have them fill a water gun with tap water and squirt you numerous times, while reciting made-up verses from Ecclesiastes. Remind yourself that there is no difference between a Methodist and a Jew, a rottweiler and a goldfish, an umbrella and a water fountain. Continue listing not differences and when you are satisfied with your catalog, remove the sheet and look into the mirror. As promised, you are not there. Smile. As if someone who cares is snapping your photo.

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Telegram

Posted on December 24, 2023 by John Biscello

Send a telegram from a future perspective to someone who resembles you in present time. In the telegram, tell the person resembling you who and what you would like to become. Assure them that this is not blackmail or psychic extortion, and that you hold no actual leverage over their present decision(s). Also, remind them that mergers, in real-time, take a long spell to happen immediately.

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