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Burlesque

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as defiant neverland where cryogeny is the norm and no one ever grows up only inward. We bore into ourselves, effects to the cause of a rebellious tease to be stripped.

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Glean

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

It came to me, a pensive glean, a vision. Tomorrowtime when we, the Inners, will no longer just be metaphysical whispers  or codified concepts. Tomorrowtime when the Outers will have found the means to extrapolate us, to call us into … Continue reading →

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