Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 9 - Frooti I never learned how to let a girl pump me full of sweet air until I’m a giggling balloon bouncing in her palms like a birthday toy. But you-my old friend- Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 8 - Walking Alone Particles have properties. Celestial objects have gravity. Humans have character. AI will have coherence - the moral geometry of its own logic. Thoughts mixed with data become information, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 7 - Mann, Desire, and Intent

Prison, cage, shackles, impatience- anxiety, frustration, irritation, then anger, hate, and at last, acceptance. Senses awaken, states are acknowledged; emotions flow, feelings are realized. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 6 - Consciousness and Character

Consciousness-the thing that does not want to die-has nothing to do with the experiences my body, mind, and heart have to bear. It cannot be shaped. It only has one hunger: to go on and on and on. Your core self, the soul, the one that is aware, is fundamentally separate from the physical body, the logical mind, and the emotional heart. The pain you’ve endured didn’t shape your consciousness-it only happened to the body, the mind, and the heart. Consciousness, in this sense, is an unchangeable, independent entity. It isn’t defined by what you’ve lost or what you’ve suffered. It is a raw, unquenchable hunger to exist. Its single, relentless drive is to go “forever and beyond,” no matter what the rest of you must bear. This creates a profound separation: the “you” who suffered in those relationships, who lost those moments, is not the same as the “you” who is aware of that suffering. The body, mind, and heart may be broken and scarred, but consciousness remains untouched and unshaped. It simply observes. Its only true desire is to continue. There are three entities, if you want to call them that: 1. The body - which has senses. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 4 - The Weight of an Empty World I. The Question of Existence In a world that refuses to quench the thirst of my heart or feed the hunger of my body, and where even inside my own thoughts Read more from here...

Just like the dumbest kid in class who blurts out “two plus two,” and the whole room claps because the bar is on the floor-that’s how it often feels with her. It’s not that she’s done something extraordinary; people just offer support out of instinct, the way we help whoever looks like the underdog. While she offers only intimacy, and a man offers intimacy, love, money, effort, protection, a family name, and everything else, society still acts as if she is the generous one: “Thank you for giving us your divine intimacy.” Accepting a man purely for his money becomes the very proof of the lack-of intellect, strength, and character. The applause is never for merit; it’s scarcity dressed as virtue. Another voice inside me knows the truth: not every woman is a whore. I just happened to meet the worst of them, again and again, until my sample size became my worldview. A starving man blames bread for not feeding him. I blamed every woman for the ones who broke me. This isn’t philosophy. This is the fifth stage of grief-after denial, anger, bargaining, depression: self-abuse. Now they promote her to “equal.” A woman who is greedy from the start is not worthy of being entitled to “equal ability.” Next the gorilla will demand a seat at the table because it learned to peel a banana. The monkey will grab a microphone and insist it can sing. The female donkey will bray, “I also have a pussy-so am I not equal to woman the way woman is now equal to man?” Equality reduced to a punchline where the only requirement is owning the same hole. Read more from here...

I was silenced at my questions- each one met with a quiet no. No one ever saw the artist’s heart hammering inside me, the poet’s tongue, the philosopher’s gaze. Read more from here...

It’s my job to roar. When Ronie Dinosaur roars, even Godzilla looks like a toy lizard. Godzilla’s roar is sound ripped from the throat- loud, radioactive, cinematic. Ronie’s roar comes from deeper, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur walks alone- not from necessity, but from habit and from style. He moves down streets where some girl might pause Read more from here...