A knowingly treacherous salad dressing

Those automatic-language generators for sliding spam past filters sure make some poetic stuff sometimes. This one has the word 'linguistic' in it.

When you see the sheriff, it means that an abstraction
of a cowboy leaves. If the customer beyond a chess
board sells some minivan about the traffic light to
some greasy blood clot, then a knowingly treacherous
salad dressing panics. Now and then, the CEO from a
support group sells the lover to a wrinkled bartender.
When a short order cook about a nation is nuclear, the
short order cook around the oil filter brainwashes a
skyscraper beyond the cowboy. Sometimes the grain of
sand reads a magazine, but the linguistic garbage can
always falls in love with some turkey toward a line
dancer!

I haven't gone to look for a spam-lit collection but I'm sure they must exist. Maybe I could start one, call it "The linguistic garbage can." Colorless green ideas, indeed!