Prologue:
Welcome to my radiant confusion.
I am mostly geometry pretending to giggle.
Color has opinions today,
and all of them are pink.

The Theology of Symmetrical Happiness

Left eye dreams, right eye doubts.
Between them—snout, center of belief.
Every circle repeats the same gospel:
smile until meaning happens.
Ich bin Schwein und Gleichung,
die Summe aus Licht und Übermut.

Cubist Catechism

Rule 1: Never trust straight lines.
Rule 2: The mouth knows more than philosophy.
Rule 3: Shade only where joy threatens to escape.
Every polygon is a small confession.
Every hue a joke about destiny.

Meditation in Triangular Time

Pink asks: “Are we alive?”
Lavender replies: “At least we’re colored in.”
Black lines hum—
they’re just keeping everyone from floating away.
The pig nods, knowingly abstract.
Happiness, it seems, is an organized accident.

DADA Benediction

This isn’t just a face.
It’s a mood under construction.
Art forgot to be serious and became sincere.
DADA claps with mismatched hands.
I oink in primary colors,
and everything feels exactly
as unreal as it should.