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