Innocence Is Kinky

That night, I watched people fucking on my computer

Nobody can see me looking anyway

It's late

And everything turns into a kind of dirty

My skin starts breaking with LCD

I feel desire

One I don't know, one I don't own

I'm free

I turn off the light and dress myself in silver and gold

I go out unto the edge of the city

Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning

The weight of my boots makes them break

And smoke comes out of be-be-be-ne-ne-neath the ba-ba-bark

Like a boat down the hatch

Like sex without the body!

Like smoke rings from my pussy!

A night vision; bodies turned soft like newborn jellyfish

Mushrooms, light MacBook’s, blind bodies with empty sockets

I stare back at my gaze that belongs to your body

I ask "is there nothing but seen or seen

Is there nothing serve nothing

Is there nothing and nothing?"

I'm free

I take off my face and torso

Live bare and barely

I go out into the edge of the city

Tread on my twigs and feel them break, yeah

I start looking for something else

There has to be more to burning; I'm losing myself

More to burning and sex and God

I tear off the ties

Oslo Oedipus, Oslo Oedipus

I am Oslo Oedipus

Tearing my eyes in and out and

In and out and in and out and

In and out and in and out and

In and out and in and out and

In and out of face!