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Bedside Manner

Posted on January 6, 2024 by John Biscello

Next time you are hurt or affronted by someone else’s actions, imagine the person as a sleeping child and, a) smother the child in its sleep, b) wake the child up and ask them to go to another room, c) … Continue reading →

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City

Posted on January 6, 2024 by John Biscello

Find the invisible city, the one beneath or behind the tactile city, the one for which maps do not exist. Once there, acquaint yourself intimately with its textures and tones, its psychic cradle. When time is up and you must … Continue reading →

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Stand-Up

Posted on January 5, 2024 by John Biscello

Invite every dead person you know to a vacant nightclub where you plan to perform stand-up comedy. Bill the event as one night only. When no one shows, you a) perform the show anyway, or, b) extend the run of … Continue reading →

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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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Yoko Wuz Here

Posted on January 3, 2024 by John Biscello

Pretend you are a woman named Yoko Ono. Pretend you are a man named Yoko Ono. A goldfish named Yoko Ono. A machine registered as Yoko Ono. A children’s book titled Yoko Ono and the Falling Upward Star (#3 in … 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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Encore

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Kill someone in your mind. Bring them back to life. Throw a party to celebrate their resurrection. Do the same thing again, replacing someone with you, and mind with dream.

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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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