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Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.
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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
Her head exploded swiftly, leaving a lacy pattern of blood and brain tissue all over her desk, which would not have happened from a slow leak.
“Yes, let’s talk about brains,” I said to him, my voice getting louder with each word, “because you’re always using your’s and I’m not, and let me tell you, that’s really starting to piss me off.”
...listening to the same music I listened to 20 years ago…is it comfort I feel as the impulses fall into the same old well-worn synaptic paths…or is it numbness as the paths are dug ever deeper, while the surrounding gray matter becomes overgrown with weeds and discarded beer cans?
fwwwwwwwwwwwwisssssssssssssssssh: the sound of my brain
I wonder at what temperature the human brain actually does boil and completely stop working?
Looking at the bits of brain all over the kitchen walls, she wondered how many minutes left until she too, er… whuh… (SPLAT!)
Gertrude, having read an email from an aquaintance, thought affectionately, ‘I love him! I love his brain.’, then ventured on to think, ‘Same reason I loved Mr X, really. Well… that… and his butt.’ and snickered to herself in joy at the memories conjured up by that thought.
I’ve heard it said that some people put their brains to good use, filling it full of interesting, relevant facts and useful information - I wonder what that’s like.
actually, zombies aside, there are some things in life that only large quantities of spontaneous lunchtime sushi can provide.
“You shouldn’t have any trouble remembering to remove your new artificial brain for its routine maintenance,” Dr. Shloigan told Peter, “but remembering to put it back in, now that’s the tricky part.”
I wonder if we’ll ever discover that we were meant to get our brains regularly tuned.
Early research into the new brain-wasting disease (which scientists suspect may be a variant of mad cow disease) indicates it only seems to to affect Republican politicians, striking first in the portion of the brain which causes most people to refrain from seeking gay sex with strangers in public restrooms.
My brain is sinking into the morasses of its own devices.
I think I may have two brains, but I can’t get them to talk to each other, so I doubt I’ll ever be sure.
A dream involving work has nothing to do with symbolism, but does, however, clearly show the necessity of pushing forward with removable brain testing.
“Now, just let that brain simmer for a few more hours and, voila!, you’ll find the brain will actually self implode, saving you the cost of expensive liqueurs.”
While there may have been no more worries for a week or two for the highly strung Michelle, her rather hapless co-worker was about to have her mind invaded in unfortunate, messy and, eventually, lethal ways.
Quickly the Scrine zombies lurched through the night, hunting for more brains, drawling clever sentences, and throwing random letters in the air.
It heaved and it flowed, it pulsed and it was red, it sparked and it ebbed.
It was a stupid brain, coming up with all sorts of ridiculously impossible things that would burn up every single spare minute of his time.
Todd asked himself if his good idea came in wide widths, then replied, "Hang on a minute and I'll check in back."
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