Party,  Bathroom,  Door  Locked,  Lights 
 Off,  Shower Curtains Drawn. Floor  Full 
 Of Dirty  Clothes, Of Garbage, And As  I 
 Start To Unzip  My Pants,  She Steps Out 
 Of   The  Shower  And   Pushes   Me   To 
 TheGround. 
  
 I   Wish   To  Be   Contacted  By   Some 
 [God, Alien] Who  Would  Bestow Upon  Me 
 Some  Incredible  Power  That  Will  Set 
 Everything  Right Forever. What  I Don'T 
 Know  Is  That  This   Happens  Multiple 
 Times Per Second  -  They Ask Me:  "When 
 You Said The  World egg  Was  Your Ideal 
 Body Type, Did You  Mean  It"?  I Answer 
 "Not Really, But  I Can  Act Like It For 
 You,  If  You'D  Like".  At  This  Point 
 However  They  Have  Already  Erased  My 
 Memory Of  The Encounter  And Moved  On. 
 Subconsciously,   This   Is   Where   My 
 SadnessComesFrom