I do apologize for my regulars who were waiting patiently for Buraot to come alive.  Same thing for those who use our entredropper page as a  jumping point to earn more entrecard credits and network other sites.

Where the hell are you Buraot?

No, I didn’t run out of ideas, I just ran out reason why I needed to write them. I didn’t run out of fuel, I just ran out of will to drive. And at the outset I asked myself,  like I always did everytime I made my mark on something, why keep going?

Must be my personality,  my own unique weirdness kicking in. That with everything that I ventured myself into, as soon as I had all the juices squeezed, I get bored. But was I really? Continue Reading…

This is me.

My life around me, things that surround me. Everything that falls beneath and anything that there above flies. My descent to the abyss and back to the arms of the heavenly.

My philosophy is humanity. I am a citizen of the world, nationality only creates boundaries. Science is my religion. As much as science cannot prove everything, religions are just a by product of cultures. We can give thee endless names, but there is only the One. Continue Reading…