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