when all else fails.

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[he's stretches across a couch, belly down and with a writing utensil at hand. he's sucking noisily on some candy or another, scribbling words down on a piece of paper.]

I have no talent.

[he dully announces, reading over his poem. 'when you are sad, my heart gets mad, it's like a bald guy named chad.']