Day 301: Author’s Note: Part 3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 8327

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Author’s Note #60: I wonder how many different types of stares there are.

Author’s Note #59: Why is there a horse mane on the top of a spartan helmet?

Author’s Note #58: Not enough ghosts have scared me.

Author’s Note #57: I named all my grass blades.

Author’s Note #56: At one time there were six hundred fifty-two jelly beans inside of the jar.

Author’s Note #55: She forgot to sneeze and the last thing he ate was a bologna sandwich.

Author’s Note #54: There is a type of lizard that has seven tails. It just didn’t have them at the same time.

Author’s Note #53: What type of wagon did sober people once ride and why did they fall off? Oh! I just got it. They were drunk and that's why they fell off. But why were sober people only allowed on the wagon?

Author’s Note #52: The answer to a question is seventeen and two toes.

Author’s Note #51: I turned off the main breaker of the house and turned it back on, and the damn internet is still not working.

Author’s Note #50: The cat dug its claws into my tongue.

Author’s Note #49: Afterward, we all went to the doctor’s office. Only six made it out.

Author’s Note #48: My other leg used to be a flamingo.

Author’s Note #47: Rocks must be extremely afraid of the dark.

Author’s Note #46: Please, I insist, after me.

Author’s Note #45: All these paint fumes have me rethinking these colors.

Author’s Note #44: Don’t you remember the last time you tried to fart silently?

Author’s Note #43: Snakes have feelings too.

Author’s Note #42: What is the question?

Author’s Note #41: How many aliens have ever played croquet?

Author’s Note #40: I’m still waiting for the airplane-submarine-golfcart.

Author’s Note #39: Try this: pretend the room is like a hidden image illusion and let your eyes unfocus the world for a whole minute.

Author’s Note #38: I forgot what I was thinking of when I was supposed to remember to pick up milk.

Author’s Note #37: Yes, it was in a row.

Author’s Note #36: I want to thank my belt.

Author’s Note #35: Tuesday was last week.

Author’s Note #34: Since the beginning of time people have been constructing ways to measure their lives.

Author’s Note #33: There used to be a rug there, but now there are just socks.

Author’s Note #32: I want my last words to be, “Crap, I left the vacuum on.”

Author’s Note #31: This one time.

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I’m writing these to make up for the lack of Author’s Notes as of late. Several months, I think, since they have been consistent. I feel that additional thoughts tend to spoil poems unless I can think of one or some that may compliment the poem or post. Recently, I have wanted the writing to speak for itself.

What you will read, and what you have possibly just read because you didn’t follow the first line of the post, is a list of random thoughts. The first Author’s Note post actually were allusions to the first thirty posts of this experiment. It was fun to look back at the old stuff and see what would pop into my head.

But this is as random as I can get. I am listening to a folk music playlist on Spotify and just watched The Peanut Butter Falcon. Holy crap, that was such a great film. There are a few movies that make me want to laugh and cry at the same time. I’ll just leave it at that.

I hope you enjoy the Author’s Notes if you haven’t already. They were fun to write. Don’t think too hard.