Ronie Dinosaur

Think. Think. Think. Why am I here? This universe is a rehab center, treating your addiction to knowing yourself- until you stop asking, Who am I? Then they keep you locked in. Read more from here...

Better than a life spanning a hundred years are the days of love-so long as you know it is love. What if I became a philosopher and knew everything? What if I gained the life I never had-still nothing. What if I fucked a thousand women-still nothing. But if I had the life I wanted, while knowing what I already had? Read more from here...

Without fear, without regret, from a point where there is nothing to lose, with an open heart-they humiliated me. From that girl in school to a whore from the parlour, sometimes I think I was made like a lab rat Read more from here...

Since I can’t control anyone else, I rule the only kingdom I can - my own body and mind. In rehab, I lived on four hundred grams a day - flour, oats, carbohydrates, nothing else - Read more from here...

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 not just serve static HTML pages, like a woman gives birth? All the JavaScript, PHP, Linux processes humming in the background would compile them-store and serve the raw result. Is the human body-or any biological one-like that? Consciousness: active and sharp; 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...