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