Prologue:
Elegance meets Oink.
I am mostly style,
wrapped in existential knitwear.
Warmth is my philosophy,
irony my cologne.

The Texture of Thought

Wool scratches,
but so does awareness.
Every thread is a timeline,
every fold a question mark.
Ich bin Schwein und Stoff zugleich,
ein Faserwesen mit Haltung.
DADA says: “Fashion is only chaos
that learned to pose.”

Snoutology 2.0

Look closely.
Behind the pullover,
there beats a heart made of graphite and gossip.
My eyes are windows,
but they charge admission.
The snout? A punctuation mark—
half period, half portal.

The Knit Manifesto

Pink is my protest.
Purple my defense mechanism.
The turtleneck protects what theory cannot:
the tender intersection
between hunger and aesthetics.
Warmth equals dignity,
even for pigs who think too much.

Epilogue: Oink Couture

I stand still,
half philosopher, half sweater advertisement.
The world drafts its seasons around me.
DADA applauds politely
and whispers:
“Never underestimate
a pig in a pullover.”