THE RUN-ON RUNAWAY

Have you ever had a run-on sentence which began about one topic but somehow morphed into another and by the end of the multi-thought-packed phrase which ended up resembling more of a short story than a sentence, you had no idea what it was you were saying or if you were reading the sentence you had no idea what it said? That’s a Run-on Runaway; and this is the first one . . . .

It's amazing what can be accomplished by the locals in this town these days, especially in light of the recent circumstances regarding the accusations that certain members of the community have fallen upon tough times which have encouraged them to enlist the services of those who are not as savvy in fields of diligent means of propagating a wholesome business like those who work abroad in programs aimed at bifurcating atomic subcultures for the advancement of research in the field of multi-layered embryonic implantation which has come to the forefront of many scientists agendas as they search for the best and most efficient ways to regain the confidence of the populous once and for all after the mess which had to have been cleaned up in the wake of the terror exchanged between the small villages located just west of the highway, under which a troll lurks in its shadows and fancies itself the hoarder and guardian of pristine oak materials which can be mined and then sold to those who need the deliverance and forgiveness from those who have been wronged in a trial of the peers over certain aspects which were examined by those who have feared the worst yet seen the best out of their favorite hero who has led many a franchise to encompass their team's first and only chance to delineate themselves from their adversaries and ensure that poultry will be victorious only because it had been lobbied for by those who wished their souls that they could encompass the thoughts which have been plaguing everyone's head over the course of this reading.