Wheeling Gull Isle Insistence in insanity

for @erika sorry in advance if this is a little over the place. You're my test subject for this guy

The sun spread itself across the skies in its spectacular way, bathing the spit of an island in warmth. Perched atop a stones precipice was the, for lack of a better description, utterly insane vulpine. He was sitting, overlooking the water as the waves rolled out below, roaring, crashing, retreating. The rush of wind that accompanied the noise almost drowned out the cackling inside his skull. Green eyes blinked back the salt spray as he laughed to himself about some such nonsense. The jovial laugh would be easily confused for mild amusement, as though he was laughing at his own bad pun.

He sat for minutes, hours, days, no, definitely just minutes as his thoughts rolled on by. How he got here was anyone's guess, what he was doing here was an even Wilder guess. One thing was certain though. The joyous laughing was insistent, broken only by random strings of words. pie this, and limbless, floating duck wolves that.
Madness was at least enjoyable, it seemed.