In a world where my heart keeps thirsting for love, how the hell am I supposed to understand it? When I go looking for beauty, all I really want is one woman to love me. When I hunt truth, all I really want is to be famous for this grief. When I ask, “Who am I?”, I swell into Ronie Dinosaur-just so I have something to fight with. And still I keep searching for the one mirror Read more from here...