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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)

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)