All or Nothing Crazy

profound idea to post online, for the benefit of any body that takes anything from it: lost. "I'm the kind of guys that wants to walk around with an open shirt and a beer, and still have a definite sex appeal." But, I guess we all want to be that guy... Tonight's Grocery List. Flat Tonic? George Thoroughgood --Tables (21, 9, 5 --feet for bottoms Managers M: --Frank --Staffing Beer Week --S. --Beer Filights S! Ooh, a dirt list. Can't talk too much about that. My dream the other night, in Beats as I remember them. 1. EXT. Busy Innercity. Night. Character (Man) in argument with Girlfriend. 2. EXT. Busy Innercity. Continuous. Man gets into truck, solo. 3. EXT. Innercity road system. Moments later. Man, driving under cover of dark, takes "right" turn. 4. EXT. Dark road. Moments later. Man, seeming in the middle of nowhere, pulls up to a gate. 5. EXT. Gate. Continuous. Man climbs over to explode. And so on and so forther. Man ends up exploring an abandoned dam facility, encounters a series of three creepy hobos, attempts to escape the damn but is confronted by the damn's changing terrain; discovers that the three creepy hobos are ghosts who died when the damn was originally flooded; escapes the damn's "Cube"-like infrastructure, while it is flooded by the storm that drowned the creepy hobos; runs across the storm-savage plain; happens upon a town outside of the storm's savagry; ultimately learns that the town is under siege of the Civil War, effectively placing him back one-hundred-fifty years from the start of the book? Second dream-story to involve time-travel, also fancying that Steven King dreamt a number of his own ideas and plots and many of those dreams involved time travel;;;my typing fingers seem so very far away from the body, disconnected; ordinate; (not subordinate, you see, what's the word? Sentient. Yep, they've got their own little thing going on down there, completely detached but psychically committed to the same obligations that the brain up here is committed too...God, if you could see all the mistakes that I've erased...God, if you could see those, and you are seeming them is the point, what would you have to say about it? Let's open the floor to questions: Whew...I guess this shit is working...this and shit are anagrams...I thought they were pentagrams...In fact I meant palindromes...because shit spelt backward is siht, and that's not the same thing... Definitely working. But I want to go to bed, don't want to...shot of Fireball whiskey...don't want to push this to one of those ends...it's daylight already. I used to be a liaison to daylight. Once.