Ronie Dinosaur

Title - Monstrously, Monotonously Vast Sometimes I talk to snakes, and sometimes I think of her- only realizing it later. Through iron bars, the moon, snagged in black branches. Read more from here...

Title - Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (First-Order Truth) Rage, rage against the dying of the light- but know the fuel is finite, measured tight. No station waits beyond the black expanse, no hidden grace, no last-minute advance. The tanks read low; the numbers do not lie. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 61 - Beg for Love Like the shape of a peeled water chestnut, that thing so precious, so rare- for which people bend and kneel, join hands in silent prayer, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 58 - Hungry Three decades ago- the desire: cute, innocent, love at first sight. The need rose from its crushing, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 56 - Masculine Some call the elephant fat. Poachers swear the forest starves him thin. Others see a broom in his tail, pillars in his legs. A few mistake his trunk for a serpent 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...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 51 - Abnormally Extreme Performance Disorder At thirty, my bank balance matched those overseas engineers- yet not one rupee spent to birth or feed the business. From home I built it: Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 39 - Unfolding As The Beast snarls in Kung Fu Hustle: "In the world of kung fu, speed defines the winner." Don’t mistake me. I only want to kill you- or be killed by you. Read more from here...

My house is built without electricity, plumbing, or comfort. Character is one such thing that even if a man has no job, even if he is reduced to chasing houseflies Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 32 - Just Stupid Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest maiden of them all? What kind of man am I? What kind of heart do I have? What is my mind capable of? Read more from here...