Oh yes, I'm rolling around in the mud of life;
wallowing in my own depression,
getting down in my own shit.
My bed--the pen that hasn't been gotten out of in weeks.
Eating the slop of day-to-day living,
Ugly to behold,
The Beautiful Pig that I am.
The things you can tell just by looking at her.
-posted by Nobius 12:51 PM 