Rambling is unstructured

Tumbling from one topic to another, passing over intuitions, endlessly digressing, ranging over a wide field as if it were a virtue, the discursive bore knows no limits. He'll protest that he utilizes reason, that his unfiltered stream of words features analysis. He marks time with contrasted word salads. Like a frog, he thrusts here and there, makes a bit of noise, and awaits a dawn of circuitous clarity. He runs about, scatters his mind apart, pretends to meaning while being an incarnation of the void. He remains a rambling bore.