Ronie Dinosaur

She already had estrogen- raw material for a bitch. Now she’s the brand ambassador for hookers, a tiara crowning a bastard’s throne. A whore takes revenge on the world by being cheap and bitter; Read more from here...

Mathematics is a language, yes-but what, exactly, are its speakers observing, and what do they hope to express? Nature doesn't whisper in Tagalog or Latin; it simply is. Yet those scribbling equations on paper seem utterly detached from it, like addicts chasing delirium, as if the page might swallow itself into a black hole. Solve the riddle of prime numbers? Without a fixed point of reference, it's not a treasure hunt-it's nothing at all, neither zero nor infinity. In this world, we all scramble to flee our own existence, dutifully playing our parts. Like waves straining to break free from the ocean-except waves lack awareness. When you're with a whore, you flood the room with light: halogens, stars, whole galaxies blazing. But with a lover, you might just shut your eyes and surrender to the feel of it. I can't fathom what revelations lurk on that paper, worth poring over for understanding-something my $2,000 supercomputer crunches effortlessly. But it doesn't know it can't be loved back. It is indeed a better choice to find the answers yourself if there is a way, rather than keep looking for a daddy to answer them for you through religion or god. Read more from here...

A man who never distinguished between dolls and a sold one. A woman showed me why a sold one is called a whore- then pointed a finger at me. Why would she call someone like me? That's why people buy and light firecrackers by their own hand. Desire is a bubble Read more from here...

Why was I sent here in the first place? I never signed up for this. Now they're playing God with my life- crooning self-praising anthems like twisted prayers, bowing to their own reflections. Later, they'll surely ask if I'd return to the rehab. Read more from here...

Money drives the world-not me. Pain twists in my pity; my prayers hold no weight, yet the world grips power with its evil eye. Heads-I lose. Tails-I lose. Even when the coin spins upright, Read more from here...

The problem isn't when I'll die- it's when I'll truly live. I've never had a girlfriend, never had the time, never had the money; sometimes a hooker turned me down, sometimes my family flat-out forbade it. Read more from here...

How to Arouse Desire? To make them want you, let them taste you-at the pace you set. But you can never gauge their appetite. You feed a predator and expect love? That's when it dangles forever between guilt and self-pity. No matter how sweetly you play the prey, the predator won't be kind. They'll savor your misery, devour all of you, yet never grasp that they can't disappoint you endlessly and still demand your craving. To them, you're a fly to swat, a fool needing constant direction. Hey you-what's with this thirst for endless attention? Don't you know the tide can turn anytime? That scrap you're getting could vanish if you beg for more. Remember: I'm not the one who wants you. You're the one chasing me. Son, you're just a fan; I'm the queen. Our bond? My availability, on my terms. I know you miss how, just moments ago, you felt essential to me. But dear, there are fires to tend-situations, people demanding me. You're just... you. Sometimes, your intensity exhausts even a woman's heart. How do you bear it? I'm seeking a man of sharper intellect, one who reads my needs and delivers. I don't trade gifts or money for instant love-I'm human too, maybe wishing for a genie. I've left you nothing to toy with anyway. If you insist on playing, drop the neediness. Keep swiping, but the game's done, dude. I'm walking with the prize and trophy. Save your tantrums for Mom. Once the animal's trapped in the iron maiden, or the fish hooked, it might seem like skill on my part. But sweetheart, the real talent isn't the hook-it's your hunger for the sting, your drive to rise through the pain. I tease it in my absence, mix it with pity-love when I'm near, giving you just a glimpse of care. You crave being tended. But I'm no hunter-you're too naive to grasp the hunt's fine print. I'm too sharp to squander time on your pleas. Listen: Stand firm. Be a man. I have commitments. They might be waiting. Read more from here...