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