Tag Archives: persona

Play

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I have to imagine her death from every conceivable angle. She has assured me she will disappear, said that dying is a trick of the light, and everyone was enamored of the mirage, convinced, in on it, the gag. When … Continue reading →

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End of Days

Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello
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Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello
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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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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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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 … Continue reading →

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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 … Continue reading →

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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, … Continue reading →

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Calamity Jane

Posted on December 7, 2022 by John Biscello
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Cherry

Posted on November 1, 2022 by John Biscello

Claudia made herself into Cherry and went to the strip club just because. Green eye shadow. Black eyeliner. Red lipstick. A face painted to imitate the likeness of another face, a wanting face, a grave tablature, a motherland face veiling … Continue reading →

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