A trail of incoherence

Here's my attempt at free-writng during one of the workshops where we had to scribble down anything that came into our heads. Definitely not a masterpiece.

...The smell coming from this seaweed is really beginning to eat away at my nose which is saying something considering I have so much menthol stuck up my nose. It's surprising I'm able to smell anything. God this pen is messy; I'm getting ink all over my fingers and I write so messily when I'm writing in a hurry. Hmm, I'll tell you what, its not the seaweed that's eating me, its the damp salty smell from the wood. Like polluted waters, you know, that bit of the beach you avoid walking over, the line of seaweed, wood and bottles that gets left at high tide mark. Hmm, oh well, I'm seriously not sure where this is going. My pencil case is red and its surprisingly distracting. It's strang (damn, a spelling mistake, makes the page look even messier) anyway, I was talking about the red, but can't be bothered back-tracking. I like being left handed. Kinda like I'm the....