A wise man asks: "Who would have thought the English language would ever have need for those words assembled in that order?" I wonder at that myself. Here are examples, unattributed and hat-tipless; click for context.
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I was a teenage angle trisector.
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Moths
drink the tears of sleeping birds.
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The inspection process may require that the handler take off
the monkey's diaper as part of the visual inspection.
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She needs a deputy chief of staff from the 'It's Not About
You' department.
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Applies standards to discrete subjects rather than to larger
goals such as insightful children, vibrant communities, and a healthy
democracy.
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Every conceivable -- and inconceivable -- belief is on the scene, but
the collective prose, by and large, is homogeneous: A tone of careless
informality prevails; a cacaphonous miasma of perfunctory langorous
bellicosity; posts oscillate between the uselessly brief and the
uselessly logorrheic; cascading, tremulous arpeggios of useless
prosaicity; complexity and complication are eschewed; directivity and
candor and perspicacity belied; the humor is cringe-making, with irony
present only in its conspicuous absence, which, when one thinks about
it, is in itself ironic, creating an infinite, unintended laff-riot loop
of ironic non-irony; arguments are totally solipsistic; their obviously
drunk and/or crack-addled writers traffic only in pronouncement, and are
loathe to employ professional-grade opinion tools like Roget's
Thesaurus, or the dramatic sentence-ending ellipsis …