A couple of hours passed and I forget what I was going to write here.
"the stone"
But, I remember my alarm betrayed me today morning.
"some may hold the rose some hold the rope" and the rope holds my roses and I dry them.

Whatever is written up to now was yesterday. Now is today, I just read what I wrote yesterday. still cannot remember what I was going to write yesterday. The ugly french guy just offered me pastries. That was a big basket of pastry. I saw the big pastry basket. I did not look at any of pastry though, I just picked the one that closest to me in geography of pastry basket. Choice is overrated.

I am pretty enjoying listening to this and I like the way the word Long is a verb.