Steering The Craft: Part Two: Am I Saramago

So this part is all about punctuation. I found this difficult to do while trying to do something clever. I don't know if I succeeded, so here goes:

Exercise Two; Am I Saramago: Write a paragraph of narrative with NO punctuation (and no paragraphs or other breaking devices).

            Staring down at the smoldering wreckage hissing in the intersection he tried to think of what to say but nothing came to mind thoughts raced by faster than the cars slowly passing the dented smoking mess of his father’s car crossing his heavy arms across his chest the streetlights casting unnatural shadows followed by the red flashing lights of the cop car barreling towards them he watched as the cops parked putting out flares and putting each of the accident participants in the back seats of their car in turns all he could think is what would his father do when he found out the scenarios played out in his mind from the absurd mundane with everything in between his mind wondered what was happening next numbly he handed his insurance cards as the cop scribbled in a pad his eyes going to his friends on the side of the road watching with glazed abject horror at the scene the smell of burning radiator fluid would stay with him for the rest of his life the cop asked if there was somewhere he wanted to go and the image of his father’s contorted fury he answered Madagascar

Now, the plan is to review this piece in a week and punctuate it. Feel free to give it a shot yourself if you are so inclined. Enjoy.