Innocence By Solveig Selj

Natural, No Not You.

addicted to Craiglist, it may be more poetic, I took it as a challenge. after posting a mattress for sale the spelling test said "bedrocks the" _________.

"Bed Rocks the" Prophet

He raised the hammer

but missed

his fingers no longer

attached to his hands

he watched them scurry

along the wall

he had a vision

but it was not like this

he swore it was

between the powdered lines

and melted spoons

she watched him

raise the sickle

and as it sliced

his mumbled

"hey"

underdeveloped

whiskey lips

the bed rocked

but the bed bugs

didn't come out to play.

Art: Kim Scott

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Caviar and Cigarettes

He watched the mug

shake from the table

all the way to her lips

and he knew

she didn't believe him

well she couldn't believe him

when she looked away

he quickly swallowed

the last two pills

hoping it would stop

his jaw from dislocating

he knew he looked

like that skeleton

with a top hat

jaw dancing

on the table

jagged sharp thrusts

like the cool kids

and hip hop

I'm telling you

I'm telling you this,

that day in the park

that day we swore

the sky was gray and

covered in clouds

but the photos

showed the sky

blue, no not blue

aquamarine sea blue

shit! too rich

too rich for our eyes

and that day

after those two tabs

and frisbees

chasing dogs

I felt the sun.

I felt the goddamn sun

and I swear it was

hidden under

a gray clouded sky

she just lit a cigarette

didn't hear a word

not cause she wasn't listening

but cause his jaw

was clenched tight

and his eyeballs

were on the floor.

Photography: IEL

In Photo: Miko

Mind Control Cont.

Ch 3 Lights and Lights

"I hate it here"

Startled again he asked her why.

"The lamp posts are painted pink. Is it just another experiment of yours?"

He quickly jotted aware of experiments.

" What do you mean by other experiments?"

"Like the experiments you are putting me through. With the needle, the drugs."

She jumped up from the bench, the plastic blue jumpsuit squeaking. She grabbed his neck and twisted it around. The subtle crack woke him up, not a single drop of sweat. He grabbed his notepad, flipped twelve pages and jotted the date down. A full year since it started, never skipping a night. He knew that when he went to work the next day the torment of sleep would control his behavior. He knew he would stick the needle in harder, he would slice her skin deeper, and he would then for the next thirty minutes experience a deep arousal.

art: isabel Jesuscomingsoon.

Mind Control

Ch 2 The Voyager's Victim

I didn't want him to know I knew he was looking at me. Possibly out of consideration. I didn't want him to know for the second he acknowledged that I knew, the room would fill with that unpleasantness of embarrassment that erupts when one is caught. When his eyes steadily gazed at my chest I sat there, hesitating to change my position. Instead I let the droopy plastic shirt hang as it tightly cupped my left breast.

painting: giotto di bondone

Mind Control

Ch. 1 This is Home

He watched her sitting still across the room. Her toes blue, not as blue as the plastic jumpsuit she was wearing. His eyes fixed on her rib cage, watching for a breath. Faint. Her fingernails were brittle and long, the veins running down her fingers never twitched. When he looked at her eyes she stared past him. Tempting him to break the four second rule. He dared not too, for he did not want her to think he was like the rest of them. Also she was a dangerous contained subject and it would be foolish to look away.

"Are you patriotic?"

Startled by her question, not the question itself but that she was able to formulate a question.

"Why do you ask?"

"Your wallpaper is American flags."

With his periphery he scanned the room. The walls were white.

"The bathrooms at the rest stop did not lock. The latches did not align with the doors."

He checked off persistent. The drugs were working.

World Cup 2010

" The century is summoned as the century of the production- through war- of a definitive unity. Antagonism will be overtaken by the victory of one camp over the other. Therefore we can also say that, in this respect, the century of the Two is animated by the radical desire for the One. What names the articulation of antagonism with the violence of the One is victory, which testifies for the real." Badiou, The Century

A Well Thought Out Plan

to build the militia

1. organize two teams,

preferably even,

"political correctness"

2. save your side,

colors,

flags, outfits,

memorabilia,

and prize

all profitable.

3.teach tactics,

defense,

offense,

kill

to

not

be killed

4.dehuman me

to dehuman you

so we are

only holding dodgeballs

5. so its your fault

for not dodging

even though

6. i hurled

the grenade

7. Victory: noun,

vic·to·ry

there is no

substitute

for the state

of having

triumphed.

8. Forest Lawn

purchased

300 acres.

Purchase your

property

today.

Something to read:

http://www.k-state.edu/english/baker/english220/Hemingway-Solders_Home.pdf.

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