Excerpt:
Worship me gently, for I am mostly pigment.

H2: The Chromatic Prayer

Blue hums behind me like eternity on casual Friday.
Pink radiates gossip and grace.
My eyes — two orbits of possible wisdom.
My snout — a double halo of curiosity.
Ich bin Schwein und Sakrament,
die Heilige des Alltagsabsurden.

H3: Litany of Colour and Confusion

I do not blink; I beam.
My palette preaches:
“Thou shalt not fear saturation.”
Faith is circular.
Devotion smells faintly of acrylic.
Every brushstroke whispers amen — or oink, depending on translation.

H2: Dialogue Between Blue and Pink

Blue: I contain calm.
Pink: I contain chaos.
Pig: And I contain you both.
Together we create equilibrium with lipstick.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Pig as Pantheon

Art is my religion,
canvas my confessional.
Look too long, and I’ll reflect you —
slightly warmer, slightly sillier.
DADA calls it revelation.
I call it being sincerely ridiculous.