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Excerpt:I woke up pink and decided to stay that way. H2: Abstract of a Snout Too much line, too little logic.My face is a map drawn by thunder.I am pigment in panic —magenta having an existential meltdown.Ich bin kein Tier,ich bin ein Farbzustand. H3: Electric Monologue in Oink Major Oink, oink,ping —pause.The rhythm of confusion tastes like graphite.Someone tried to outline me,but I kept breathing.Each breath erased another boundary.I am blur as protest. H2: Chromatic… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Forgot the Edge (Das Schwein ohne Rand)

Excerpt:I breathe in question marks and exhale geometry. H2: The Architecture of Oink Behold — I am built from ellipses.My nose is a double doorway to eternity.Behind it: air, ink, und ein bisschen Schweinerei.The orange background burns like a sentence that forgot its verb.Ich bin fast sakral,a holy snout framed by mathematics. H3: Pretzel of Perception You see a pig.I see ∞.Between nostril and nostril — a wormhole of wonder.My symmetry is suspicious:too perfect to… read more – weiterlesen The Pretzel Pig (Das Schwein mit der Unendlichkeitsschnauze)

Excerpt:I have seen too much sunshine to believe in innocence. H2: Pig Contemplating Sky My thoughts are beige and slightly crooked.The world smells of pencil shavings and metaphors.Blue hums behind me — a flat infinity.I am the midpoint between cloud and curiosity.Ich denke, also schnauze ich. H3: Snout Meditation No. 3 Inhale: Oink.Exhale: Ohne Grund.Between these two syllables lives the mystery of being.My nostrils are twin telescopes,looking inward, searching for the origin of mud.Sometimes they… read more – weiterlesen The Philosophical Pig (Das nachdenkliche Schwein)

Excerpt:Half pink, half thought — I balance between color and consciousness. H2: Snout in Stereo Left side whispers “Oink.”Right side answers “Ja, aber philosophisch.”Together we hum a symmetry song.My face is a topographical map of confusion:mountains of magenta, valleys of violet doubt.Ich bin ein divided unity,the aesthetic of almost understanding. H3: Chromatic Diplomacy Blue negotiates with red across my forehead.They sign a treaty:“No more monochrome Mondays.”My nose ratifies it with two black seals —nostrils as… read more – weiterlesen The Symmetric Pig (Das geteilte Schwein)

Excerpt:Between shadow and schnitzel, I inhale the concept of pink. H2: The Mist of Meaning I appear only when the light forgets itself.My form? A rumor.My color? A question.Brown hums, grey listens,and somewhere a line decides to wobble.Ich bin Schwein und Stimmung,the echo of a crayon having second thoughts. H3: Snout Monologue “Dear Universe,” I oink softly,“why so serious?”Silence answers with graphite.Every stroke is a heartbeat;every smudge, a confession.I have no outline — I’m improvising… read more – weiterlesen The Whisper Pig (Das Schwein im Nebel)

Excerpt:Half of me remembers mud. The other half invents sky. H2: The Chromatic Snout I was born in a brushstroke — zack, pink became philosophy.Red said: “I am blood.”Blue replied: “I am thinking.”And suddenly, I existed:a contradiction in watercolor.Ich bin Schwein und Schatten,schnaufend im Regenbogenraum. H3: Eye of the Zwischenwelt Do you see me or does the blue see through you?My eye is not watching — it’s rehearsing.It practices being awake.Every blink is a small… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Between Rot and Blau

Excerpt:I stare at you until color becomes grammar. H2: The Face That Invented Pink I am made of zisch, kratz, and aha.Orange whispers to magenta: Shall we confuse them?Grey answers: Already done.I am not portrait — I am voltage in disguise.My nose is a power socket for dreams.Plug in your doubt, and I’ll hum. H3: Ich bin / I am / Je suis Oink In the mirror I seenot a pig, not a prophet,but a… read more – weiterlesen The Electric Pig (Das Neon-Orakel)

Excerpt:I wake up mid-sketch, halfway between oink and aha! H2: Birth by Scribble Ink! Chaos! Schnauze!I am a swine in yoga-pose, stretching the paper until it squeals back.My ears do jazz. My belly dreams of geometry.Someone said, “Stay still!” —I said, Nein danke, I am Bewegung mit bacon. H3: The Upward Spiral (Der Aufwärts-Wutz) I reach for something —a god? a sandwich? a metaphor?Nobody knows. The air is purple and the floor forgets itself.The pencil… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Lifts the Universe (Ein Schwein hebt das Universum)

I saw myself drawn by a trembling hand. The ink sneezed, and I was born. H2: Snout Philosophy I am pink and uncertain.My ears listen to the noise of the pencil — it murmurs existential bacon.The world is a green smudge, a charcoal storm.My legs, four commas.My body, an unfinished sentence.I stand on the paper, not believing in gravity but in gesture. H3: Dialogue Between Line and Oink Line: I contain you.Oink: You misunderstand containment…. read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Thought Itself into Lines