Spectare’s Certificitude

 It is a tired, it is a long way of days to go.   Spectare sniffs the seductions  of Van Hougeworts coffee, imports its tropic turning, primal steam. 

Humanized, aroused, with appetite he paperknifes the most delicate parts  of a boldfaced envelope: D.Spectare’s Potential Million.  Selected you why have we?  Believe we you deserve it because.  True.  And

  no-one else owns the 7 Spectare prize  seals, the unique computer-generated  Spectare number, the Spectare certificate  is yours & yours & yours

alone he dreams into hot water on dark grounds, with lissom alacrity shrinks into a small form lung-torn beneath a black sea: unconsciousness.

 Morning is it night?

.....life-flash, Cheese!, voice of the dull on high:

Act now, Spectare, ex Ottho Heldingstraat 666, the automaton translator extols among the powdering cigars and dockside warehouse bonds

  as a dead tone levels

                                       like the  real plateaux

of work and sleep and work and sle

                                                                                  e

Pah!

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