Reading the Divine Comedy, giving poetry readings, sewing, losing our looks, getting sick on a trip to the moon, nothing can save us from sex. It doesn't matter what the priest expects. Nothing can save us from sex. Neutering the pets, trying feminism, or not trying feminism, changing daily, the color and style of your hair, taking pictures of the clutter by the blue window, nothing can save us from sex. Being belligerent, being a criminal, pretending like you're not there. Nothing can save us from sex. It doesn't matter if we don't care. Nothing can save us from innocence, or its innocent, twelve o' clock, stare. Nothing can save us from sex. Beware, beware, beware.