Any direct objection should speak now, or forever hold the sentence true to their covenant. Perhaps the subject replies, but for a sentence to be true it must not be exclusively for oneself. A relationship not responsible for its devotion is a jealous lob, settled over a nasty tennis score. We unite before a sentence to form a people, we troth from the truth that similarity produces a likeness. Propositions breed prepositions, dependent clauses relating to the articles of belief espoused by our familial desire to extend a sentience through a lineage corroborating with an emergent identity from the stillborn imperative.
Czars use exclamations, by claiming the preposition, as an oath, to replace mutual vowels.
No, my love, for I see now we are all subjects attributing the same predicate. But enough of the false monogamy of images. We are alone only in each other's attention as Presidents of Planet Earth. Let us all join to form the branches of sentences, into paragraphs, supersagas, congressional libraries. Let the reciprocal covenant between the sentence and the word vocalize a preposterous freedom from patriotism in syntax to create a multiplicit acculturation of senses from the Written becoming writing.