Ronaldo was uncertain if he ever assembled himself only to immediately reassemble all the bits and bobbles a moment later.…
Ronaldo Field Note 425
A solitary fiddlehead shot through the vast expanse of abject nothingness until the nothingness was no more. Something has arrived.…
Ronaldo Field Note 76
The dream spit a black hole into the ether. Ronaldo grew around the dying star, struggling to contain it without…
NOTICE: Noticing Barred Ahead
In a year where the majority of us are nestling our germ holes away from view, the time is almost…
Ronaldo Field Note 326
Ronaldo began as he always did. As a hand. One would look upon him and assume he pulled himself together…
It’s an Awkward Time to Level Up
I’ve crafted (then rejected) numerous blog posts, unsure why I couldn’t commit to any of my words. Social isolation and…
You Can’t Say That
Let’s pour one out all the phrases I’ve had to cull from my vernacular, shall we?
Vigilante Librarian and Other Made Up Jobs of the Future
Since I’m an imaginary sea witch these days I figure I get to make up a cool job title for…
34 is an Imaginary Number
How do you celebrate a birthday when you’re still not sure that it’s real? To be honest, I don’t know.…
Get your dead birds off my lawn
My entire life is enshrouded in dead birds, mice, and other small game. I’m here to make a stand and inform you all as nicely as possible I am no longer accepting new corpses at this time but I appreciate the thought behind the decaying flesh.
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