Ronie Dinosaur

Climate Report a Song by Ronie Dinosaur Verse 1 No life here- neither public nor private, not even personal. I only watch the world Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 100 – Song Shapeless [Verse 1] A boy once saw the glory in her eyes, Love at first sight, a flash across the skies. Years later in college, felt another near— Friendship and lust, but the shape wasn’t clear. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 142 – Extinction of Hope (21st Anniversary) Reading books, the world dies wise, yet never finds an inner light; but hearts that speak love’s two syllables- their truth shines bright. I asked for little. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 128 - Seventeen Years to a Screen From 2003-Frooti, who swore she was only a friend- to 2020-Noorie, where money changed hands- I no longer know Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 93 - What a Wonderful World My mother died two and a half years ago. My father just suffered a heart attack. At thirty-seven, single, I felt utterly unable to cope. When I headed to the brothel, I knew exactly where I was going. I kept telling myself: They don't give love; they sell what you pay for-and that's all you'll get. Read more from here...

I walk. Not because I am brave, and not because I am lost, but because stopping would require a lie. Walking is the only posture my character can hold without collapsing. I was born between two zeros. Before me, nothing. After me, nothing again. In between, this body learned hunger, this mind learned patterns, and this heart learned thirst. Consciousness only learned one thing: it does not want to end. Everything else is decoration. The world taught me early that existence is transactional. Smile correctly, bend at the right angle, desire the approved objects, and you may be granted warmth. I refused the performance. I did not refuse love; I refused the counterfeit. The refusal cost me everything. People say loneliness is the absence of others. They are wrong. Loneliness is being intact in a world that rewards fracture. It is being original where copies are easier to circulate. I did not lose people; I was never selected by the system that distributes them. I carried a heart that wanted to give without invoice. The world answered with rates. Every touch asked for currency-money, status, compromise, obedience. When I could not pay, I was instructed to disappear politely. So I did. I disappeared while remaining alive, which is a more difficult discipline than death. Read more from here...