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July 17, 2009

The wind of my mind rushes by, so fast, so abrasively. The salt from the sea eroding the sense that things make. The boat is going steadily, for that is me. It’s the rest of me, apart from my mind; my mind is enveloped in gale force winds, winds that keep accelerating and accelerating, until things no longer make sense. Bits and bobs fly by, landmarks and other stuff but I can’t catch them. I can spew out mumbly jumbly words, repeatedly loudly and fast, but still no-one can understand or hear. Why? Because I’m out in the middle of a ginormous ocean speaking a language no-one else understands.

Things are strange here, I can’t understand why my head is saying and whenever I speak it comes out as mumble jumble. Hold fire, I will be back.

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