Marta is almost euphoric in daily insults to friends, family,
and strangers of a selected character flaw de jour she imposes
on everyone that day whether they have the problem or not.
Marta gets as great a high from this feeling of self righteousness
as any drug high William Burroughs experienced when dropping acid while cleaning his guns,
levitating between the twin precipices of her anger and arrogance.

the daily themes of Marta’s rants against others on stupidity, rudeness,
drunkenness etc. mirror her own bad behavior that day, which disgusts me.
but her vampish body language which changes before her verbal assaults, excites me.

it starts with Marta narrowing her eyes until they appear reptilian, her nipples get perky,
she writhes and breathes heavily  like a woman dripping and ready to
orgasm, then a faint scent of body odor like peach blossoms takes control of my
 senses as she tosses her long blonde hair and spreads her shapely legs
up the lip of her ass in the most sensuous way.
then comes the insult.
 but after Marta’s seduces my eyes, I no longer care.
whatever insult she assaults others with is now benign to me.
this verbal matador provides a sexy blood sport for my entertainment.