Worst Sentence of the Week: Mark Morford
"It's that moment when your known reality snaps its boundaries like an evolutionary bra strap as time and space back-flip and somersault and tongue-kiss in the clouds, and you get that fleeting tickle to the spiritual id that all might not be lost after all."
Labels: Language, Mark Morford
2 Comments:
That's sort of a given any week, isn't it?
um, what's wrong with the sentence?
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