.... The Messy Mind of J'rod: February 2011
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Friday, February 25, 2011

There's nothing wrong with your television set...

¡¡¡¡ʎzzɐʍɔ ǝɥs .ʇno ʇı ʞɔǝɥɔ .ɹoɟ uoʇʇnq ʞuıן ɐ pǝppɐ ı ɥɔıɥʍ 'ƃoןq uʍo ɹǝɥ ƃuıʞɐɯ oʇ uo ʇuǝʍ ǝɥs 'ʇɐɥʇ ɹǝʇɟɐ .uıʇsǝp ʎq uǝʇʇıɹʍ ʎɹʇuǝ pɹıǝʍ ʎzɐɹɔ ʇɐɥʇ ɹoɟ uıɐƃɐ ǝɔuo 'ʎɹɹos puɐ 'ɥɐǝʎ ɥo

.ʍǝıʌǝɹ ǝɥʇ ʇno ʞɔǝɥɔ ...ןןǝʍ 'puɐ ɹǝǝq ʇnoʇs-ossǝɹdsǝ uɐ pǝıɹʇ ı .ƃoןq ʇɥƃıן soɹq ǝzooq ǝɥʇ pǝʇɐpdn osןɐ ǝʌ,ı

¡ǝɯıʇ ʎuɐ ʇɐ ʇı ǝsoןɔ ןןıʇs uɐɔ noʎ 'ʇı ǝʞıן ʇ,uop oɥʍ noʎ ɟo ǝsoɥʇ ɹoɟ puɐ 'ɹǝʇʇǝq ʎɐʍ sʞooן .ʇdıɹɔs ǝǝnbɹɐɯ ƃuıʇɐoןɟ ǝɥʇ oʇuı ʇı pǝppǝqɯǝ puɐ 'xoq ǝɹnʇɔıd ƃuıןןoɹɔs ɐ ɹoɟ ʇdıɹɔs ɐ ʇuoɟ ı os .ǝƃɐd ʇuǝɹǝɟɟıp ɐ ǝǝs oʇ pǝʇuɐʍ ı ǝɯıʇ ɥɔɐǝ doʇ ǝɥʇ oʇ ʞɔɐq ʎɐʍ ǝɥʇ ןןɐ ןןoɹɔs oʇ ƃuıʌɐɥ uɐɥʇ ɹǝɥʇɐɹ 'puɐɥ ʇɐ ɹɐqןooʇ ǝɥʇ ƃuıʌɐɥ ɟo ǝɔuǝıuǝʌuoɔ ǝɥʇ ǝʞıן ı ǝsnɐɔǝq 'ʎןǝɹıʇuǝ ʇı ɟo pıɹ ʇǝƃ oʇ ʇuɐʍ 'ɹǝʌǝʍoɥ 'ʇ,upıp ı .ןןǝʍ sɐ ʇı ʎq pǝʎouuɐ ƃuıʇʇǝƃ ǝɹǝʍ sɹǝɥʇo ʇɐɥʇ pǝzıןɐǝɹ ı puɐ 'ǝɯ ɹoɟ ƃuıʎouuɐ ʎןןɐǝɹ ƃuıʇʇǝƃ sɐʍ ɹɐqןןoɹɔs ǝɥʇ .uıɐƃɐ ƃoןq ʎɯ ɥʇıʍ punoɹɐ ssǝɯ oʇ pǝpıɔǝp ı

Sunday, February 20, 2011

.ʇxǝʇ ɐ ʇsnɾ sı sıɥʇ

Friday, February 18, 2011

inhibitions only get in my way

I squeezed a lemon today, just to test for firmness. My alabaster skin glistened as the juice poured down my face. It stung as it flowed through my eyeballs and down my cheeks like sour tears of ... lemon. I asked Steve if he's ever made love to a woman. He described the most unusual sexual experience I could imagine.
Have you ever performed a spin so spectacularly that you thought you could join the ballet?
I dropped two coffee beans in my mug of Proof Scotch. I thought the beans would counteract the effect alcohol would have on my ability to keep thoughts to myself. Instead it did quite the opposite. I told a wide-hipped woman that she ought to turn sideways when coming down the escalator. The result was less eventful than I would have you assume.
Shakespeare? More like Shagspeare.
My father was a glover, my mother was a glover, my brother was a glover. Me, I suture wounds for a living.
Sometimes I cover my entire body with temporary tattoos to remind myself that my life is almost over. Sometimes my girlfriend covers my shoulders with hickies to remind me that love is a heavy burden to carry.
I built a time machine today to travel back to yesterday. I needed to tell my past self to brush my teeth before I went to bed. Cavities can creep up on you if you're not careful.

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