I wonder what would happen if guys asked me as detailed of questions as I ask them. I think we'd be in love. I think I'd have less thoughts in my head, because they'd become so simple and out in the open. I think there'd be no need for writers. I wonder what would happen if I could be dishonest. I think that I might do a better job of not isolating myself in a conversation, when I tell them the reason I don't like their friend is because he cried for a blowjob. I think their eyes wouldn't shift away from mine and search for a way out of what I've just said. I wonder what would happen if guys could assume that everything I say makes sense, even if it doesn't, the way I do for them. I think I'd spend less hours on each word and dwell less on creation. I think that Adam and Eve could have killed each other but they had sex instead. I think that Eve would've won in a death match. I think that she'd move with calculation and finish him with a jerk of her hand. Nobody ever explains this but I think that I have. I wonder what would happen if I stopped assuming that nothing would happen if I didn't make it happen. I think that it might finally be what drives us into extinction by mass abstinence. I think that the guys I know wouldn't see sunlight. I think that this is the world we live in. I think that I might be in trouble. I wonder what would happen if I said it all at the open mic and it didn't send them running in the other direction. I think then, I might finally find someone.