Brains are computers,
Complex and confusing.
Always thinking,
Always solving problems,
Always whirring at top speed,
Always making a lot of noise,
Always sorting through databases,
Always taking in new programming,
And always working hard.
Yet they have their differences,
Though ever-so-slight.
Computers get old and slow to a stop,
Before getting stored away,
Ignored and collecting dust.
Brains get old and slow to a stop,
Before getting stored away,
Burnt to ashes or buried underground.
An ancient computer's inner workings are thrown out,
Like an ancient brain's inner thoughts are tossed away,
Both considered to be useless.
When a computer thinks too much,
It shuts down to preserve itself.
When my brain thinks too much,
All I want to do is shut it down.
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I'm eating a whole package of cookies rn and I couldn't be happier.
8/4/2017
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