I am pushed off center—can I rely on my perceptive tainted by Shakespeare’s literary sewage. You have no idea what I am talking about—every volume—page—word—critique—study—film—costume that represents Elizabethan Revenge Tragedy must be buried and guarded like nuclear material.

Convention for convention I prefer the neutrals of styled photo shots to pies baked with Goth perverts fed to their mother. You still have no idea what I am talking about. I registered, this semester, for Modernisms and Its Margins—I am taking Shakespeare and Elizabethan Revenge Tragedy. I could be taking Magical Realism but I got sucked up again.