Tag Archives: God

Lip Service

Posted on December 3, 2025 by John Biscello

There are the words on the lips of God, nodes and fables of the Unsayable, but Godlike lips have been hyper-inflated with collagen, have been altered and impaired by simulation and synthetic progress. God’s lips have been grossly fattened, blubbery … Continue reading →

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Monk’s Dream (Take Five)

Posted on October 29, 2025 by John Biscello
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Directions Home

Posted on January 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, and Carl Jung walk into a bar in heaven…

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Middle School

Posted on December 9, 2022 by John Biscello
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Bath

Posted on December 4, 2022 by John Biscello
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If God

Posted on November 26, 2022 by John Biscello
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Bath

Posted on November 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Our destinies are molecular, uniformly bonded, an immaculately charged cluster fuck of singing particles wedded to a liminal bubble bath … that is the beginning … we are not alone. We see god drop the soap, intentionally, perhaps the precursor … Continue reading →

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Exit Through the Gift Shop

Posted on November 13, 2022 by John Biscello

We’ve heard rumors that God doesn’t know he exists. She exists. It. Whatever the gender or genderless you get the picture. God doesn’t know there is such thing as God that he is this thing we call God this blessed … Continue reading →

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If God

Posted on October 20, 2022 by John Biscello

We’ve heard rumors that God doesn’t know he exists. She exists. It. Whatever the gender or genderless you get the picture. God doesn’t know there is such thing as God that he is this thing we call God this blessed … Continue reading →

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Domain

Posted on October 12, 2022 by John Biscello

Make the small your domain. Your belfry for lost hours. Within the small words gather to tremble to sublimate to keep solitude company. Also they become cinema in which you are watching words gather to keep solitude company that being … Continue reading →

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