I have taken a peculiar fondness for run-on sentences in my physical journal; here a quotation:
Falling on one’s knees, prostate to the white emptiness of the wall in front, distanced by inches that spare it the forced rushes of spoiled air that are propelled from the weary and fonfused soul, asking for elucidation is tantamount to asking a mean person to describe the celestial sphere and its unending complication by the addition of a new centre; in effect, it is sheer madness. Moreover, the vulgar man shall respond (though fail in the attempt), while God shall remain unmoved.