Ronie Dinosaur

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 107 - What is Bad Luck? What is bad luck? Wrong time, wrong place. Who chose that time, that place? Who carried me there? Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 89 – My Body is an Envelope They emptied my heart- looted every last coin of light. What remains to give? How does one love from a flask shattered beyond repair? Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 78 - Back-to-Back Lightning Back-to-back idiocy- two strikes that scorched the same sky. The school one: love at first sight in the morning, rejected that very day, during recess. Read more from here...

You’re my atta, my food to eat- every parent learns to use the child, fulfilling purpose through skin or feat, the reward they mean to keep. Of course, every bud must bloom a flower; they exploit every facet, every power. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 73 - Complete Man The philosopher and the character-these two are the hardest to keep alive and active in one body, one mind. Character is the foundation. If only the athlete stirs in a man, desire will eventually abandon him. If only the philosopher awakens, desire will stray, and he will remain alone. To know both, to hold them together-intact within one man-is the true struggle. Read more from here...

From age 21 to 33 - twelve long years - I kept my body and my heart locked away from any woman. I didn't touch a single girl for twelve years. Now, at 42, I still have no girlfriend, no hand to hold, no voice that calls me hers - never had. I didn’t finish my degree, and I carried the debt of my parents’ favours - debts I had to repay, along with the blame of running away from my obligations. Still, I earned about 300,000 dollars in that time, without anyone investing a dime in me. Childhood vanished into studying for a future I never reached, and most of my youth burned up fulfilling duties that never fed my soul. I walked away from my studies because they no longer served my purpose - books couldn’t give me the emotional intelligence I needed to talk to a girl, to express myself, to be human in the ways that matter. Read more from here...

Living without you has been difficult. I keep thinking we could be friends once again. Just as the labourer’s hands grow calloused from honest toil, the cobbler’s fingers learn the secret language of leather and thread, and the student’s mind bends toward mastery through endless repetition- so the whore perfects a craft that looks like desire Read more from here...

I came into this world and fell in love. Who do I sing this to if you refuse to lend me your ears? The love you woke inside me but never let travel the full distance Read more from here...