The Crook of Revaltion

PROLOGUE

I.  from this point forward, i intend to make it my life's duty to remove the works of keats and blake from any and all bookshelves. in fact, i've already begun. it was never my intention to read their books. i bought them to spruce up my bookshelf. bookshelves are like christmas trees: they're wonderful displays, but only for a few days. nothing is more depressing than a christmas tree once the gifts are gone. i'd always used keats and blake as decorations. but now, alone, without friends, without visitors of any kind, why bother with keats and blake. they're taking up space. space i could be using for harry potter and stephen king and pornography and bibles and little clay statuettes of eastern religous icons i know nothing about and pictures of people who looked beautiful with their arm around you, eventhough they'd cut your throat after the bulb flahed.