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Just now, my mind, full of nonsense, chock full, has spilled on a page that I can't help but fill. It is this kind of mood, where the words make no sense, is which I can't even think that I can. My pencil wont stop, nor will pen nor key. Yet I dare not stop and it wont bother me. When some read this they'll say I'm mad in the head and others will tell me to head off to bed. But none will quite know how my mind works just now, for I can not ever pretend to know how.

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