Talent

I am a creature, beast, animal of numerous but tiny talented triumphs. I can dance a little, sing a bit, play the slightest smigeon of piano, write moderately, photograph and video allright, sculpt reasonably well, paint and draw OK, act acceptably, cook decently, drink socially, run lights and sound abley, make clothes it my life depends on it, see, hear, taste, feel, and express just fine, my teeth are straight and I walk upright. I find myself extremely adequate.