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 line negotiates with existence.
Some days I win.

H2: The Manifesto of Angled Emotion

Oink is too round —
today I say ONK.
Precision trembles under its own accuracy.
Color blocks argue,
each shouting “I am meaning!”
Meanwhile, I just breathe
and let geometry do the talking.

H3: Abschlussoink in Primary Colors

Between red and grey I find rhythm.
Between logic and laughter — life.
I’m not a portrait, I’m a proposition.
If you look too long,
you might start making sense.
Beware:
that’s how DADA begins.