It's like a broken record resounding in my head, the same sounds repeating over and over again.  Memories, thoughts, future conversations.  It's all the same.  I hate it yet I can't control it.

It's crazy, yet I know it's true but it's just another meaningless aspect of my life that I cannot control.

Word salad, a new word.  It's crazy, yet comforting in its complex mumbling.  Like an insane form of stream of consciousness, spoken aloud to confuse the world.  It's great!