A Troubled Artist

A Troubled Artist needed a bag of poop that they sometimes sit and look at. This is certainly a peculiar suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop would be the thing that was selected.

A Troubled Artist owned a chocolate bar that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a fairly extraordinary suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, epic. You wouldnt have thought, a chocolate bar was the thing that was chosen.

A Troubled Artist always kept a condom that they liked to eat. It was a fairly peculiar thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a condom would be the thing that was chosen.

A Troubled Artist desired a piece of paper that they liked to put up their bum. This could be considered an astonishing undertaking, to my children, but not to the Artist, who feels that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have imagined, a piece of paper was the thing that was chosen.

A Troubled Artist always kept a custard pie that they would sit and look at. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting proposal, to most, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a custard pie is the item to select.

A Troubled Artist desired a custard pie to try to nail to the wall. One might say this is an exciting proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the item to select.