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“they can only do harm” — depeche mode


Please let there be no sexting, no naked
photos of me out there; the things I’ve sent

over the aether, the whether, the flood
of cocks and cunts — thousands of indecent

problematic photos —- gwads all the wads
and spume and pleasure from which comes all this

photography. Call it “selfies.” Gods
know we earned it; we who don’t dismiss bliss;

honest pleasance; this rude thrill of others
watching what we do. Because you watch. You

do. You fuckers, and I mean that in all
truth. We’re the ones who slide our tongue on slurs,

foreskins, clits, Christian folly, honeydew
rhyme; we’re the saints who fuck in saviors’ hell.