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