Prelude:
Red hums like a furnace of feelings.
I am mostly warmth shaped into worry.
My snout contemplates combustion,
my eyes study the color of exhaustion.

I. The Warm Logic of Chaos

Orange argues with pink.
Yellow interrupts both.
Somewhere between outline and accident
I become emotion with geometry.
Ich bin Schwein und Hitze,
ein Temperament aus Kreide und Zweifel.

II. Pigment Philosophy

Every stroke asks: How much is too much?
The answer arrives as flame.
Fire does not speak; it annotates.
Graphite becomes smoke,
and thought turns softly edible.

III. Chromatic Confession

Red: I am hunger pretending to be art.
Purple: I am silence disguised as bruise.
Pig: I am your middle ground,
simmering between metaphor and meat.
Even DADA sweats in this light.

IV. Final Oink – The Furnace Prayer

Nothing burns forever,
but everything tries.
The world flickers in the reflection of my snout.
I glow without permission.
DADA calls it absurd devotion.
I call it staying warm
in a universe that keeps cooling down.