Brainfart
Brainfarts would sear across the night sky like shooting stars - brilliant, meaningless to the knowledgeable scientist, portending nothing. The ancients looked for wisdom in their fiery trail - there was none. You could measure the ionization spectra of atmospheric gases. If you wanted to. Not phaeton, not phoenix, nor haephestus' rock, brainfarts were simply the stiff wire brushing of the mental dendrites, shaking off the debris of the day. Lift yourselves by your own boobstraps, comrades!BF-Ekphron
Ekphron, ekphron, the poet of old.
Used to think things so his brain wouldn't mold.
It would dull up the bite of the cruel winter cold,
Sa-something, sa something. Ba-diddy-dold.
Reality
Screw the date, screw the thinking, stop it. Caleb walked away from the computer screen. The delight of dealing with Robinsons is never having to say you're sorry. He went to bed.
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