Portia of Venice-Beach

Modern spin on the Shakespearean legend of negotiations/compromise 'angst' for Romanticism bound.

A modernized adaptation of The Merchant of Venice (Shakespeare) set in the USA. 

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Let's re-sale the sad, almost bad, tale of poor Antonio, lover-boy for the lovely angel-of-words, Portia (of Venice-Beach), who became sadly mired in a gun-treasure 'wage' with the unforgiving Shylock (of Venice-Beach), a merchant of winding tidings, moving the almost-tragic Antonio, prince of our Earth-story, to a Selfie-position of analysis-dialysis (ha).

PORTIA: This is Venice-Beach, my Antonio; seek the measures for pleasure.

ANTONIO: My sad 'wage' of debt, sends me to a non-sun tune of hate, Portia!

PORTIA: I'll negotiate on your behalf, for the sake of the Beach, and the leech.

ANTONIO: That's America now, Portia...thousands of leeches (photo-synthesis).

PORTIA: Selfie like, my Antonio (Facebook!).

SHYLOCK: That auto of focus that little-prince drives, for his Portia (Beach)!

ASSOCIATE: You're the (only) baron of diamonds and guns here/now, man.

SHYLOCK: No one likes a calculating merchant, for this land of urchins, ok.

ASSOCIATE: Good (photo-synthesis, Mr. Shylock).

Portia did intervene to save Antonio's auto and soul, and she did negotiate on his behalf in the Beach, when Shylock demanded renumeration for a 'gun-swap' Antonio sought for prouder affections in Venice, and perchance to woo his angel (Portia) further, like the little fool of this story (wow). This would be a friction for fiction in the great United States (wow).

SHYLOCK: A gun?
PORTIA: For fun, Shylock.

SHYLOCK: The Beach demands all receipts for street-prestige, and porridge!

PORTIA: For fun, Shylock.

SHYLOCK: Me thinks the wheel of auto-repute turn against my aura, Portia.

PORTIA: For fun, Shylock.

SHYLOCK: Damn that Venice-prince (of yours)...he's yours...farewell (well).

PORTIA: Treasures and guns, for that street-magic of (American) dialysis, ok.

ANTONIO: Wow (Facebook like).

How'd Portia weave her seamstress-magic in Venice Beach comprises the legend or map of this almost-sad story of the modern Earth of gory-details in vanities and pride, and the Tree of Knowledge, turned into a social 'game' of wit(s), for the benefit of our poor-prince (Antonio) who sought unholy dares with the gun-proud merchant of the Beach (Shylock). All's fare-rich in this Blue-Planet of those 'incomplete-distances' readings of (simplified) fun and education (for all!).

PORTIA: A treasure...for my pleasure?

ANTONIO: For Sheol cannot thank you (enough), my angel Portia.

PORTIA: Me thanks to think we've become the Beach's vanity-mirror(s).

ANTONIO: Without doubts, Portia of Venice.

Antonio's Selfie was wrought escapism, thanx to the hand/wits of Portia of the Beach (ha), and we've found a special memoir for all things human and worldly too (sure). Perchance you find your own 'portrait' of good-luck in the States, for Portia's message is (simply) clear...hold all that's dear (especially the Selfie-dialysis).

"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)