My Troubled Artist

My Troubled Artist looked for a block of cheese that they would eat. It is a fairly bizarre suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the chosen thing.

My Troubled Artist carried a painting of a melon that they would put up their bum. This seems a fairly original approach to life, to you, but not to the Artist, who considered it was simply life. Honestly, a painting of a melon is the item to opt for.

My Troubled Artist desired a wig that they would hug. This might appear to be a weird thing to do, to you, but not to the Artist, who considered that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. You wouldnt have thought, a wig is the thing that was chosen.

My Troubled Artist looked for a spade that they would occasionally annihilate It was considered to be an astonishing activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who considered it would be wonderful. Honestly, a spade is the thing to choose.

My Troubled Artist craved for a helmet to play with. This seems to be a new thing to do, to me, but not to the Artist, who felt it was breathtaking. Honestly, a helmet was the thing that was opted for.

My Troubled Artist often carried a stapler that they liked to hug. This is certainly an odd action, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, breathtaking. A stapler is the thing to select.