Spam and Craig

"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a tepid torch against the blank footlights of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the billing of a car-null double featurette like a black and white bijou plotless rerun hand cranked by an arthritic arm; pit pursuant of quicksand lust with a gray gaze monotony able to hitchhike from a plavce point left only undetermined, I've seen more action from a shoe sticky floor or a large hole in an uncomfortable seat cushion, not to "juxtapare" mind me but what a chronofile, if briefcases couldspeak and not the numbers from the credit card diction-ary of child desires---stratfied pleasures far from TILT lean calmly on majestic inconsequentials--like ships passing in the night. a blue ribbon in a cud chewing contest