Ronie Dinosaur

Go Fuck Yourself I will consume it all— man and woman, God and beast, joy and sorrow, famine and feast. Darkness and light, humiliation and pride, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 104 - Restraint A hungry stomach never forgets why I let her go. An upright character remembers-down to the last detail-why I walked away. My heart aches not for what happened, not for what might have been, Read more from here...

Title - Love of a Woman First, hand her the money- crisp notes folded like promises. Then layer attention, love, the slow grind of your own labor in the heat of the act, Read more from here...

Title - Self-respect A saint received an imaginary god. A monk found impermanent peace. A lover gained fleeting love. Academics and intellectuals earned money. An artist forged lasting artifacts. 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...

Sometimes a man has to look in the mirror at least once a day, maybe after taking a dump, while washing his hands. The internet “Doomer” gives up and rots. Ronie Dinosaur walks. Read more from here...

Living without you has been difficult. I keep thinking we could be friends once again. Just as the labourer’s hands grow calloused from honest toil, the cobbler’s fingers learn the secret language of leather and thread, and the student’s mind bends toward mastery through endless repetition- so the whore perfects a craft that looks like desire Read more from here...

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...

May their God bless these women, the ones who take money and let you fuck them in the ass. Because of them humanity breathes another day. Otherwise idiots like me would simply die of hunger and thirst. I am not found in any temple. Where would Ronie Dinosaur be right now- Read more from here...

My dear, my dear, I have no writer to bleed the story onto paper, no producer to throw money at the dream, the hero ghosts me like a bad Tinder match, and the heroine laughs, “I’m keeping all my clothes on tonight.” I’m left here, a frustrated man with blue balls and black coffee, Read more from here...