Excerpt:
I woke up pink and decided to stay that way.

H2: Abstract of a Snout

Too much line, too little logic.
My face is a map drawn by thunder.
I am pigment in panic —
magenta having an existential meltdown.
Ich bin kein Tier,
ich bin ein Farbzustand.

H3: Electric Monologue in Oink Major

Oink, oink,
ping —
pause.
The rhythm of confusion tastes like graphite.
Someone tried to outline me,
but I kept breathing.
Each breath erased another boundary.
I am blur as protest.

H2: Chromatic Self-Portrait with Orange Halo

Orange whispers behind me:
“I am your aura, darling.”
I say nothing,
because silence looks better in pink.
The paper bends slightly —
out of respect.
Scribbles become sermons.
Color becomes confession.

H3: Final Grunt from the Infinite Snout

I look straight at you,
and suddenly you blush —
caught pink-handed in perception.
Don’t explain me.
Join me.
Together we melt the outlines of reason.