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Cask

Posted on May 25, 2026 by John Biscello

In the clotted rectum of Memory, a roving cadre of masked strangers, who, in their Bacchanalian cosplay and pursuits, cause you to reconsider the darkening press of Time, and intimacy, within the hoary cask of solitude.

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Lost and Found

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

Who lost, what found? What lost, who found? The world is an endless complex of lost and found. You lose dead skin. Hair follicles take to the sky in ghostly wisps. You excrete today’s breakfast, you ingest animal fat and … Continue reading →

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