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