Run-On Sentence

4/21/05

I am a run-on sentence that doesn't seem to want to be bothered to stop and just keeps going and going and going just because that's what I do and I might like to stop sometime but I just can't, I can't, and now I'm tumbling down, I'm tumbing, tumbling, might never stop, I begin to wonder if I'll survive this massive run-on sentence that I am and have become and I am falling, tumbling, tripping down onto the ground the cement floor and scrape my hypothetical knees made of words but no periods, oh no, no periods, because there can be none of those in a run-on sentence until the end, the very end, when the reader can finally, finally take a breath, relieve themselves or maybe just die or collapse or suffocate, faint because you're so emptied of air, and maybe you'll hit your head upon the cement floor which I so ineloquently scraped my knees upon, and your head hits that concrete so hard that you get a concussion and maybe you never will wake up from that concussion, so you will die, and all from having read me, the one-page-long run-on sentence, which you read (or tried to read) all in one breath; because your grade 5 teacher told you that you should be able to read a sentence, any sentence, in just one breath.