Excerpt:

I swim in voltage, I dream in barbecue sauce.

H2: Color Rebellion

Red shouts, blue answers, green negotiates.
I am the argument nobody wins —
the geometry of appetite and thunder.
My snout is a power socket for surrealism.
Ich bin Schwein im Aggregatzustand des Jazz.

H3: Dialogue of Elements

Fire: You’re too wet for me.
Water: You’re too dramatic.
Pig: Good. I collect extremes.
Together we invent steam —
the official perfume of DADA.

H2: Snout in Motion

Every breath crackles like burnt paper.
I taste the static between thought and instinct.
If logic had a flavour, it would smell like ozone.
Lines fracture, colours hum:
I am both explosion and etiquette.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Bright Collapse

Do not interpret me.
Just glow until you forget the question.
The world ends in technicolour laughter.
Oink becomes mantra,
and DADA —
the afterimage of reason.