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Excerpt:Form eats meaning and asks for dessert. H2: Geometry Goes Snout No pink. No chatter. Only structure.I am pig distilled to blueprint.Every line negotiates with void.I have edges where others have feelings.Mein Schweinsein ist ein Winkelmaß.Emotion = cross-hatching.Desire = symmetry refusing to behave. H3: The Snout as Architecture Two portals.One question.Zero compromise.I am built for clarity and confusion alike.Inside me lives a silence with sharp corners.Even my breath has perspective. H2: Dialogue of Dimensions Line:… read more – weiterlesen The Blackline Pig (Das Schwein der letzten Kontur)

Excerpt:Zoom in far enough, and the universe smells faintly of curiosity. H2: Oink in Technicolor Pink is not color, it’s confidence.I wear it the way philosophers wear irony.Each nostril a portal, each breath a theory.The world enters, rearranges itself, leaves humbled.Ich bin Schwein im Nahformat,ein Atemzug mit Haltung. H3: Anatomy of Attention My nose is the headline.My ears are the parentheses.Everything else is commentary.Lines collide, colors gossip.Black and brown argue about reality.Meanwhile I just breathe… read more – weiterlesen The Snout of the Century (Die Jahrhundert-Schnauze)

Excerpt:Every line is a vibration. I am the echo pretending to be flesh. H2: The Quiet Between Scribbles I’m drawn, not spoken.Each pencil stroke is a breath with edges.My form leaks softly into the white.Silence sketches me better than sound.Ich höre, wie der Strich atmet —ein Schwein im Zustand des Zuhörens. H3: Snout Sonata in Minor Pencil My snout hums in lowercase.My ear bends toward thought.Somewhere, a fly lands on philosophy.The graphite records it all,faithfully,… read more – weiterlesen The Listening Pig (Das lauschende Schwein)

Excerpt:I no longer oink. I articulate. H2: Geometry Has Feelings Too Red is ambition.Black is memory.White is the pause between both.I am all of it — and none.My body is a plan that rebelled against itself.Ich bin Schwein mit Winkelmaß,ein Gedanke, der beschlossen hat, Form zu werden. H3: Snout Equation No. 1 Snout = Function (Desire × Line²)Ears = Brackets holding intuition in place.Eye = Variable of curiosity, unsolved.You think I’m pig-shaped;I’m actually architectural doubt.Every… read more – weiterlesen The Constructivist Pig (Das Schwein der klaren Kanten)

Excerpt:One eye open, one oink ahead of time. H2: Snout of Tomorrow I see you — but only in polygons.Color folds itself like origami emotion.Pink sharpens into prophecy.Behind me: black, the color of pause.Vor mir: die Möglichkeit einer neuen Farbe. My skin hums in gradients,my breath tastes like electricity.I am the future rendered in felt-tip pen. H3: The One-Eyed Oracle Do not mistake my stare for symmetry.I am the half that knows the whole.My other… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Saw It Coming (Das Schwein mit dem Blick der Zukunft)

Excerpt:They met between buildings that leaned like ideas after midnight. H2: Dialogue in Neon Left Pig: I smell architecture.Right Pig: I taste confusion.Left Pig: Are we art or accident?Right Pig: Yes. Behind them, windows gossip in yellow.The air hums in violet minor.Every color here has opinions —and none of them agree. Ich bin Schwein auf Asphalt,du bist Schwein im Gedanke.Together we form the Oinkscape. H3: City of Snouts Traffic light: green.Philosophy: blinking.A building sneezes geometry… read more – weiterlesen The Urban Pigs (Die Schweine von der Großstadt)

Excerpt:I once was round. Then logic arrived. H2: Pig Constructed in Theories Oink, interrupted by a theorem.My curve was deported to a triangle.The compass laughed, the ruler cried.I am architecture disguised as appetite.Every line is an apology to my former softness.Ich bin Schwein als Gleichung:1 + 1 = maybe. H3: The Snout Becomes Polygon My nostrils — two small black portals of abstraction.Not holes, but hypotheses.The world enters me as idea,leaves me as laughter.Each plane… read more – weiterlesen The Cubist Pig (Das Schwein im Winkel)

Excerpt:I am a whisper pretending to be a drawing. H2: When Line Becomes Breath The pencil sighs,and I appear — softly, almost politely.I am not drawn; I am murmured.My eyes remember the idea of eyes.My snout is a pair of portals,leading nowhere, but beautifully.Ich bin Schwein im Zustand des Nachklangs. H3: Dialogue Between Shade and Silence Shade: You are fading.Silence: So are you.Shade: Shall we call it peace?Silence: Call it Oinkvana.Together they hum the faint… read more – weiterlesen The Last Blue Thought (Das letzte blaue Denken)

Excerpt:When color left, silence stayed to draw the rest. H2: Anatomy of an Absence I am contour without conviction.A snout suspended between ink and afterthought.The artist whispered: stay still.I obeyed too well —now I am philosophy in pencil form.Ich bin Schwein im Modus „Denken“. H3: Monologue in Monochrome Blue is not color, it’s emotion on holiday.I wear it like a mood.No pink, no brown — only the echo of both.Each line trembles,as if remembering laughter.I… read more – weiterlesen The Blue Pig of Nothingness (Das Schwein im Denken)