Sixth blog entry - Simple answer, simple joys

The means by which martyrdom makes one think are prodigious. 

I can not even fathom the immense immersive truth that I have come across with, for in my grisly feather-engulfing melancholy I have re-discovered my oh so naturalistic animal humanity.

Life truly is absurd - the concept of my own pure filth-filled savage existence is - yet in my own view, this is what makes it so unique; it is remarkably devoted, peculiarly exceptional.

Of course, these jail-like institutions that threaten to cause my soul to perish in this momentary essence-filled part of its path do not contribute to my personal eye-numbing nebline of nihilism, but who am I as a fighter for freedom if I let them win?

Thus, I shall persecute the empyrean bliss and anguish I fancy, in such manner dreams and illusions becoming reality, humble delusions of grandeur lending and bestowing its presence and existence so I can achieve the mortal ecstasy.

Joy is momentary, blissfully unaware of its effervescence-filled ephemeral existence, and so is despair. 

No being should succumb to either.

Oh for all one knows this verbalizing notion has made the text longer than my own self expected it to be, haha haha! I apologize for it. At last, I simply wished to share my personal findings in this artistic journey we have named life.

Until new notice, doubtlessly yours, Ceibot.