If I Was Made Of

In The World I Notice Persons Are Nearly Always Stressed And Have No Time...i Don't Know How Persons With Jobs Do The Jobs And All The Living As Well...i Guess The Time Gets Spread Very Thin Like Butter All Over The World, The Roads And Houses And Playgrounds And Stores, So There's Only A Little Smear Of Time On Each Place, Then Everyone Has To Hurry On To The Next Bit.

I Am Clumsy, A Late And Nervous Driver, And Despise All Sports Except A Little Gentle Dancing Or Yoga.

The Sound Of The Pages Turning Was The Sound Of Magic. The Dry Liquid Feel Of Paper Under Fingertips Was What Magic Felt Like.

Maybe I’m A Human, But I’m A Me-and-ma As Well.

The Way To My Heart Is Through Belgian Milk Chocolate.