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