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