Taste the Passion

My name is Marie Harriet-Louise and I want you to rape me and my children.  After you finish, I want you to tie us up, pour gasoline over our bodies, and light us on fire.  Eat our burnt flesh.  Taste the singed hair.  And when you shit us out, take that shit and smear it on your lips and philtrim so you have a constant reminder of what you have done to those who you loved.

Of course this is just an extremely graphic allegory for how I was feeling when I lost my favorite wrist watch last night.  It took me over three hours to find it - but there it was, sitting behind the couch!