Tag Archives: musing

Viewfinder

Posted on January 5, 2024 by John Biscello

Go to hell. Stay there. Take sensual inventory of what there feels like. Go to hell. Don’t stay there. Imagine wind born of vacancy. Go nowhere fast. Call it hell. Go nowhere slow. Call it heaven. Mix heaven and hell … Continue reading →

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Curriculum Vitae

Posted on January 3, 2024 by John Biscello

Born: Waiting (Still) Dead: Today (Always) At Present: Redeemable Interpersonal Skills: Works in Progress Education: Breathing Objective: Not Applicable

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©

Posted on January 2, 2024 by John Biscello

Copyright every thought you imagine you have. Attach yourself to it, to them. Construct an identity around these collected thoughts, and copyright the identity. If you find one of your thoughts being spoken or shared by someone else, inform the … Continue reading →

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Cats

Posted on January 2, 2024 by John Biscello

Spend New Year’s eve at home, alone, with a cat. At precisely midnight, ask the cat the meaning of life. Whatever the cat responds, mark it down in a notebook. The following New Year’s eve, repeat the procedure with a … Continue reading →

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Eulogy

Posted on January 1, 2024 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 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 … Continue reading →

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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 … Continue reading →

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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 … Continue reading →

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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. … Continue reading →

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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 … Continue reading →

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