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