My brain has cliched, exclaimed the writer.
For whatever I write sounds familiar.
Every word I choose has been used before.
Everything is cliched, even my eyes, my tongue, my skin, my body.
I have seen it all, tasted it all, felt it all.
The whole world is cliched.
That's new, exclaimed the critic.
A cliched world.
Wow, you are a genius chanted the crowd.
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