Will you be my swine? Can I drive you? Can I put you in a pen? You would be the perfect listener, with your long swine ears. I could confess to you, all my sins, even harmless ones, while I shovel your shit away. Of course you’d be an organic swine, you’d be able to go out, if you wanted to, and you’d get purely organic swill. Far better swill than humans get. Our days would be perfectly measured I would think. It would be best if you were a flying pig, then I could get on you and we would fly to France or something. Paris. I will fly you, it’s better than driving. We will enthuse the Parisians with our organic swill, in the physical, verbal, and philosophical sense.