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