in times of peace, “subculture” art becomes all the more aggressive to substitute actual violence with its cartesian extension: imbued by a masochism never really experienced, hence with an exfoliating sadism experienced by the onlookers who forgot: never really experienced.
a: a vector defined by an open field (index v.)... the: a vector defined by a narrow corridor (v. palm•). it’s a completely different story should pronouns become subject to definite / indefinite articulation, famous for the dittoing out of the ego in existentialism (in the latter ex-) not even vaguely apparent in sartre (-ample proofs!)... ultimate freedom with the price of ultimate irresponsibility i.e., no point being witty on the page... you have too much time to revise a joke & play on words... mind the sarcasm... it’s already delayed standing in greenwich asking for the japanese 8am in winter.
•paradoxical cross-reference, as much akin to the retinal image upside down to enable man to not distinguish the northern hemisphere from the southern hemisphere and make him sane grounded on a spherical orbital - i.e. indefinite coupled with an index and definite with a palm, although out of bracket... these two lines make perfect sense, unless the bracket content is coupled to ensure the open field / index (finger) v. narrow corridor / palm are staged to a prose linear development / chronology, e.g. the renaissance came before the enlightenment, then nothing makes sense... and it makes perfect sense for a banker to criticise newtonian physics / mathematics as completely useless, then there's no use in anything that's even vaguely complicated... only because it's not in vogue.
you can only prove to me a belief in atheism once you make language as much incomprehensible unconsciously as you can make language as much complex consciously; i will not accept regurgitation of another "atheists" ideas as your atheism focusing on a broken arm as the misery of all miseries... ensure me a complication of language you can explain... stating that you only intended the complexity to be incomprehensible unconsciously (aha! siamese adjectives!), rather than incomprehensible consciously; i mean... i've reached the ultimate anti concept of poetry, instead of rhymes littering my page i faced the antidote to rhyming by focusing on kindred words: direct / indirect unconscious / conscious comprehensible / incomprehensible... this is the opposite of writing rhyming poetry... no wonder i get muddled and don't sound pretty enough to repeat jive with five of all possible tail offs.