i suppose i might like to claw out all their eyes, and into the sockets shove something sharp, like nails or a router. then cut off their hands with something cold, so the arteries don't cauterize. and all the while my beautiful cherry blossom would watch me, the corner of her mouth curved upward in a smile. o the beauty of their perfect pain! she cannot resist it. together we'd set the walls ablaze and make love amidst the flames, her impossibly white flesh the same tone as her dress. her lips a pair of scarlet petals, her eyes and hair a taste of night. one of bach's symphonies in my head, i would time my orgasm at the exact instant when the violins crescendo.... afterwards i believe i would drag something jagged, like a shard of glass, down their spines, and peel off their skins. then collect their severed heads and build a sculpture which i would burn. ketsueki wa namida o arau yo.