Greetings Mortals and Friends

I, Bujio, Have been involved in making videos on the Youtube.  If you are interested in checking out my videos, I would admonish you to check out my Youtube channel located at the link supplied at the closing of this message.  You will find perhaps 8-10 videos that I've done so far at this point, all of which featuring my not so pretty face making some not so pretty expressions while doing my characteristic autistic rocking "back and forth."  Seriously, this guy just can't sit still.

If you like my videos, I would also urge you to check out my website located here: www.projectdivinity.com

http://www.youtube.com/killerb144

CITIZENS OF EARTH!  I...AM...BUJIO!!!

That is right.  I am BUJIO!

I hail from a land far to the West.
It is a long Journey.
But alas, I bring tidings of Goodness and Joy!
That's right...
I bring FOOD!  And LOVE!  And MUSIC!!!

ATTENTION ALL LADIES!!!
Bujio loves you all.
You deserve respect.
Love.
And to be treated right.
You are all beautiful.
On the INSIDE, and on the OUT.
Don't let ANYBODY tell you DIFFERENT!!!
Oh...and if you ever feel you aren't beautiful JUST the WAY YOU ARE...
Check out what the supermodels have to do to look that good.
((( SERIOUSLY...CHECK IT OUT!!! )))
SO...no matter how bad you think you are...

BUJIO WON'T JUDGE YOU!
(((He Loves You)))

ATTENTION ALL GENTLEMEN!
TREAT YOUR WOMEN RIGHT!
And be nice and buy her flowers sometimes.
And Candy.
It's what I'd do.
And then reward yourself.
By eating something good.
And relaxing.
It's what I want to do.
Because food is yummy.
And relaxing.

Every now and again I have to take a step back, because things aren't what they seem, is this how they were supposed to be?  The words I've spoken every day having lost their meaning, as the timeline of the fates wheels me further against my wheel, and my steps become mechanical.  It doesn't matter where you place your foot, so long as it is in front of you, so why should I place my foot at all?  The only way to throw your vote away is to participate.  One by one we all become a cog in the wheel, one by one...and I'm losing sight of the big picture I championed.  A beach can look like a desert if all you see is sand.  If you count each piece, grain by grain, how well will you deal with the number of stars in the universe?

So small, so very small.  Infinity knows no number, and we have no name to speak of.  Who on this planet goes around naming dust clouds?  Who affectionately loves a clump of dirt?  What is this that we call life?  What is this that we call anything at all?  For a final goodbye would be welcome, but what would the point be in the end of things from here to there?  If there is no beginning, than why should there be an end?  And if there is an end, than why should we begin in the first place?  The first step to failure is the first step to success, and the only thing we can ever succeed at truly is the constant reminder of a job left undone.

How positive should it be when love is torn apart by the unappreciative?  Those who deserve to be happy are lost in the torrent, as those who would be malicious derive pleasure from their prickly pains.  With every tear shed someone is smiling, and their malice caused misery in unabated.  We have created for ourselves a twisted cesspool, and it is now quite difficult to remove ourselves without being flushed.  Be that as it may, we all end up in the same place.  So what's the point in trying?  Who should care about his brother, and what sister is worth the trouble?  We are all here for the taking, so why not take what is by right not ours, when it will only end up in the same place in the end? 

If these things are true, than the feelings of others don't matter at all.  Either way I am alone.  But I cannot bring myself to intentionally hurt anyone.  The pain in their eyes is too much for me to bear, the sobs in their throat, even the empathy pains in my chest over their inner wounds.  Either way I am alone, perhaps the last of my kind, floating in a dim sea of what I choose to call reality...the bright side is the one that is rapidly clouding over...and I will continue to be taken advantage of by the takers.

After all this time I guess that I'm the same as I ever was.
After all this nothing has changed.  My feelings remain the same.
What I miss is always missed, and the hurt I feel never dies.
Someday my thoughts will perish, and with them all memory of you.
There is no Sayonara, there is no final goodbye.
There is no plea for salvation.  No one can hear me.
Tears have no place in the underworld, and truth can hear no lies.
I am lost without a trace, and nobody bothered to look.
Who am I when no photograph remembers me?
What am I when no one utters my name?
I was never there, was I?
No, because I remained the same.

Huuman after all...
After all is said and done, after the victory is won, after everything that can be said, we are what we are inside of our hearts. Am I just another piece of the broken puzzle, an answer in what is to be called this great mystery,or am the variable, the card drawn to call Heaven on its mistakes, to show that I am what I am, and that this is our fate.

My blood runs cold in my veins as I contemplate what is and what was, but what will be is promising only in the essence that it is in fact not, and will only be after it is, which will make it history and thus unimportant. History that is destined to repeat itself is the future, and is the resource for prophecy, and I prophecy a cold day soon to cometh to the Hell, to the Earth, and to the Sea.

Perhaps what is important isn't what we seek, but what we do in seeking. Or maybe, by seeking, our reward is granted and we are too blind to see it. When we ask, we receive...and we ask for things we never wanted in our fears and in our doubts, our mind clouds what we think we deserve, and our heart feels guilt over our actions. This is what it means to be imperfect...that we should grow old and die. Time is an illusion, and so I fear, am I.

Breath

If I were living,
Could I be dead?
Could I hear your breathing?
Would I embrace the memory of life?
Or would I miss you ever more so?

( To those I loved )
   ~Bujio

 

What does love cost if you call it priceless? 

Does everything have a price?

After a certain point does money not lose its value?

Have I lost mine?