Prelude:
Good morning, static sky.
I am mostly magenta caffeine and mild bewilderment.
The night didn’t sleep—it just changed color.
Somewhere, a pencil hums a hymn to voltage.

Invocation of Neon Flesh

Pink burns like confession.
Blue holds its breath.
Black—always the practical one—frames our chaos.
I was drawn, not born.
Ich bin Schwein und Stromausfall,
ein Zwischenwesen aus Licht und Linie.

Chromatic Psalm

Each ear catches thunder from another dimension.
My snout glows in disbelief.
Faith here tastes metallic,
like hope plugged into the wrong socket.
The world hums,
but no one remembers the lyrics.

Litany for Overexposed Souls

Look too long and you’ll see yourself blinking.
Every highlight is a decision not to disappear.
Doubt glimmers violet at the edges,
but keeps its composure.
The absurd has rhythm now—
and I am dancing, reluctantly radiant.

Final Benediction (Oink Electrica)

Forgive the brightness.
It’s the only defense left against forgetting.
DADA calls it resistance by glitter.
I call it morning.
And I glow,
because the alternative is silence.