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my brain did answer that one.
you should be glad yours didn't.
incomprehensible screaming
Why do they call it thinking when you thin king the senses thought kong eat the food?

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50% shitpost
my brain did answer that one.
you should be glad yours didn't.
incomprehensible screaming
Why do they call it thinking when you thin king the senses thought kong eat the food?
hey this is like a me brain thing! my memory didn't seem to like illogical connections. i learned to ask myself questions and listen carefully to the cloud like associations. so if the question was "where did i see that photo before?" after a while i'd be thinking "why am i thinking of this random building?" before realising. for more complex things like poems or instructions, i'd have to be very careful to avoid accidentally replacing any of it with what i was expecting the answer to be. sometimes an answer would be a cryptic song lyric an hour later. brains are squishy.
It is in being forced to contemplate Jon Arbuckle's toes that we truly know that we are conscious and alive.
Oh god you somehow made it worse because now my attention has been drawn to the disparity between the hand and the feet.