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die Farben sprechen zuerst.Rot schmatzt, Magenta denkt, Violett hält die Luft an. PrologueEvening hums in ultraviolet bacon.A mild astonishment ripples through the paper.Pig looks at you — or through you — or becomes you. Body IRule one: Every gaze must oink before it understands.Rule two: Laughter travels faster in pink atmospheres.Rule three: Thought is a flavor; today it tastes like crayon cosmos.Ich summe in Linien, meine Konturen zittern im Blau.Behind me, the void wears lipstick.The… read more – weiterlesen Universe of the Blushing Snout

Kein Pigture, aber ein Feuerrest auf grünem Grund.Orange fliegt, türkis hält den Atem an. Prologue Wind murmurs in molten tones.The sky forgets its altitude.I am half-wing, half-memory. Body IRule one: Gravity is a rumor started by the cautious.Rule two: Color burns where thought hesitates.Rule three: Wings are verbs that refuse conjugation.Ich falle hinauf, downward in gold.Air becomes honey, then hesitation, then hymn.The ocean below hums in teal disbelief. Body IIVoice: Why so bright, Ikarine?Answer: Because… read more – weiterlesen Universe of the Ikarine Drift

Magenta sitzt, Cyan trägt, Gelb summt hinterm Fenster: eine Zugfahrt durchs elektrische Denken. PrologueThe hum is cobalt.Outside: night without numbers.Inside: a figure of light forgetting its station. Body IRule one: Every seat remembers the dreamer who left it.Rule two: Magenta bends time until it sighs in Denglish.Rule three: Yellow means eternity, but only for the patient.Ich sitze im Licht, but the window refuses verbs.The train moves, yet all colors stay behind to argue softly. Body… read more – weiterlesen Universe of the Seated Aurora.

Preludeink sneezes, laughter fractures—every color is late for its appointment.somewhere between cheek and question mark,a mouth invents light. I. Linework Theologyscribble as scripture:each tremor a verse,each crossing-out a prayer to imperfection.yellow believes in optimism,magenta in rebellion,teal just wants to watch. II. The Eyes Negotiatethey are twin universes arguing about orbit.left says: I’ve seen enough.right says: one more reflection, please.they meet in the middle—a small silence shaped like astonishment. III. DADA Pulseglitch–glance–glow!no face, only frequencies pretending.a… read more – weiterlesen The Smile That Refuses Geometry

Teaserneon hush hush — magenta hums in lowercase,and the figure forgets its own direction.light is not light here; it’s a slow vowel escaping. Body Ithere is no floor, only gradient.there is no body, only overlap.i am the echo of cyan touching violet —the geometry of hesitation, dressed in warmth. Body IIi stand,but the stand dissolves;shadow has opinions about me.it calls me “outline of maybe.” DADA Breakblu-blu-bleu-blew —a wing made of rectangles,a pulse made of forgetting…. read more – weiterlesen The Standing Blur (DADA Psalm 44)

Prologue Electro-drizzle begins; hum—pssst—hum.A horizontal wind arranges faces into vowels.Tonight the canvas votes in color, not in words. Body INew law #1: Cyan is gravity; everything falls into clarity.New law #2: Magenta stores memory; saturation = yesterday².New law #3: Black ovals are noun-swallowers; speak verbs or be unspoken.I test the rules by leaning left; the turquoise spine carries me right—rechts, links, encore—diagonals become ferries for feelings.Figures debate without mouths; decisions echo as gradients.If you listen,… read more – weiterlesen The Cyan Spine Parliament

Prologue Red wind, blue echo.Their voices rise like smoke from the paper.No conductor — only breath and movement. Body I Law of this cosmos:Harmony is friction.When one pig sighs, another begins to laugh.Their outlines touch, blur, merge —a tangle of empathy and rebellion.Every snout opens to release a vowel of astonishment.Ooo… Aaa… Ink becomes air.The chorus hums: togetherness is never tidy. Body II Pig 1: “Are we music?”Pig 2: “We’re the mistake that sounds right.”… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Choir of Oinks”

Prologue Ink storms across the page.A crowd hums beneath the paper’s skin.One fist rises — not to strike, but to signal: You are not alone. Body I New law of this cosmos:Solidarity has sound.Every stroke echoes a heartbeat.The pigs, the people, the nameless —all drawn in the same trembling line.No color, only conviction.The word resist burns quietly,like a promise you write in the dark. Body II Pig: “What if ink is our revolution?”Hand: “Then every… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “The Oink of Resistance”

Prologue Twilight hums in both directions.One side burns, the other dreams.I stand between them — snout first into uncertainty. Body I Today’s law: contrast is kindness.The left eye knows dawn, the right one dusk.Every breath redraws the border between flame and thought.Orange murmurs, “Live loudly.”Graphite answers, “But remember the quiet.”I blink — and the day folds in half.No war, only dialogue of pigments. Body II Pig: “Am I glowing or grieving?”Shadow: “Yes.” DADA Break humm–snort–zzz–schwiiish!Color… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Half-Light Hog”