Innocence Is Kinky - Jenny Hval

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 like LCD

I feel a 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 into 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 from be-be-be-ne-ne-neath the ba-ba-bark

Like a burnt-out match!

Like sex without the body!

Like smoke rings, smoke rings from my pussy!

A night vision, and bodies turned soft like newborn jellyfish

Mushrooms, white MacBooks, 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 to serve nothing

And nothing and nothing?»

I’m free

I take off my face and torso

Live bare and barely

I go out into the haze of the city

Tread on my twigs and feel them break, yeah

But I’m looking for something else

There has to be more to burning

I’m losing myself

More to burning and then 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!