My Thoughts Create My World

It's Human Nay-cha...for Me To Sperminay-cha.

Chromosomal Dance Oh, Heavenly Happenstance Rare Creation, You -marcus (poetry Spam #22)

I'm Sitting In The Bleachers, Watching Longingly As All The Boys And Umbumped Girls In My Personal Health And Fitness Class Play Muggle Quidditch. I Don't Even Like The Game Very Much, I Think It's Silly, But I So Miss Physical Activity That I'd Be Thrilled If I Could Run Around The Gymnasium With A Broom Between My Legs, Chasing After The Human Snitch Wearing A Gold Pinny.

Zen Cuts Straight Through The Quidditch Match In Progress And Almost Gets Taken Down By A Beater Hurling A Nerf Quaffle Right At His Machopartes.

See, My Idea Of Cute Comes With An Iq Requirement. It's Geeky Cute. It's Rivers Cuomo, Not Justin Timberlake. It's Gideon Yago, Not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, Yes Please! Brad Pitt, No Thank You.