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