Hamlet of Boston {Chandeliers]

Inventive Earthling spin on Shakespeare's tale of dominion-charge

Hamlet (Shakespeare) adaptation. 

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Prince Hamlet had become a special Selfie-age warrior for self-consciousness war-IQ and plotted his revenge for his throne-corruption(s) created by his wayward mother's bond with his poison-adjective uncle who bloody murdered his goodly haunting father-figure (King Hamlet) and revealed his Selfie-persona image as a cyber-man of capitalism's arms of bread/fruit in the West (American Homeland)...Facebook-like (ok).

HAMLET: I yearn for the adjective for Earth dominion free play ampersands!

ROSENCRANTZ/GILDENSTERN: We've been sent by your spies for your father-castle.

HAMLET: Seems to me this is some Earthling hologram for lines of humor, friends!

ROSENCRANTZ/GILDENSTERN: We're dead for social media hyperbole, celebrity.

HAMLET: We'll find that right-tune for Earth-dominion hospitality cleats for Ego.

ROSENCRANTZ/GILDENSTERN: We'll make for your celebrity-class for the vanity!

HAMLET: Good for our heroine-arts, you fools; for I'll make for sword-chance (ha).

ROSENCRANTZ/GILDENSTERN: We depart then for your urban class calculator-IQ.

HAMLET: Good for the humility for my progress for my furious line to revenge>

Of course, the true-token frailty of this fathers-sons glory-tale was Ophelia, the damsel of this Earthling superstitions omen of ambition mixed with bred temperance, and Hamlet knew Ophelia was mixing in this castle-image of hegemony-like intrigue, while Prince Hamlet plotted his cool revenge. Was Ophela overlooked for social nets-commentary for 21st-Century Earth-net electricity (Selfie-like)?

HAMLET: I've got you a special American auto focus for speeds, wife.
OPHELIA: I ain't your wife yet, Prince of Earth!

HAMLET: I shall plot my justice for my haven for mother's humility!

OPHELIA: Facebook-like (for the machinery-jitters)?

HAMLET: Of course. for you, fair damsel of Earth-machinery.

Ophelia did die in car-crash, and Hamlet, our fare-rich protagonist prince antihero of Earthling Selfie-IQ, avenged the loss of the heart by poisoning the meal of his unfortunate wayward mother's meal, an ideal curry-stew of deception, that tricked the king/queen of bad-contract, risen to a throne through betrayal of his already-fallen king-monarch father of deformed natural/pitied angst, and created the special language-arts of what made football-cleats of Earthling fantasy a special vengeance for all things (privately!) divine Hamlet, our prince, poisoned our betrayal-uncle king who sat on the throne; and he did challenge and defy his betrayer-monarch (the queen) who sat idly (and comfortably!) while he deposed of his traitor-uncle king who substituted his bloody-murdered rather king throne for vanity. Afterwards, our good prince-justice man claimed he'd find the right curry-stew for restorations of Earthling jam (for all!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything: (Ecclesiastes)