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