MY 'ALLOVERTHEPLACE' INITIAL IMPRESSIONS AND PRODUCTION NOTES AFTER HAVING READ THE FIRST QUARTER OF A FRIEND'S SCREENPLAY,.......

           

YANKEE DOODLE, FUELED BY CAFFEINE,  DRESSES AND SADDLES UP  FOR HIS TRIP AROUND THE BOARD WITH BUT $200 IN HIS PURSE.....

The feather that he had in his hat...that he called "macaroni" was blue before the production budget made it shades of grey, and the bucket of red noses...darker shades of Pale, uplagered (at the risk of utilizing obsolete in ambitiously ambiguous malapropriety and illuminated by whales tail tallow, sucking the darkness into an aura of evanescent dreaming....[cut to the glimmer, escaping from the shiny bowlback of an overturned spoon, lying on the side of a saucer, upon which an empty cup's java sludge emulates the prophetic tea leaf readings of the quacking prognosticator that made off with ten bucks, earlier, before this stoned interlude..reconnosoant, (foot-noted in the 'paid addition') reduced-rate redi-reading on the train trip from The Boardwalk to Park Place...] Yet, having imagined the $200 (in yesteryear's money) reward for simply passing 'GO', you're set for another trip over to Baltic and Mediterranean for a cheap sleaze stopover, before jaunting off to find that valued 'Get Out Of Jail' card and another roll of the loaded dice. And...don't slobber on that starched and sized linen napkin,,,,this joint's gotta use it a couple of more times! OH, where was I? GOT IT! The scroll up/down button got stuck and I was re-booted, after inattention distractions, on page 25, as the cat ran away with the spoon, annoyed that there was no oyster juice on the fallen napkin....just some human slobber and an old red lipstick imprint, or...maybe..some blown red nose nostril mucus .....my keyboard having fallen to the floor and hundreds of """""""'s having replaced my unsaved, now deleted, verbiage......and Penny's recalcitrant reaction formation.