My Unusual Artist

My Unusual Artist desperately searched for a sponge that they would occasionally sleep with. One might say this is a bizarre thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who considered it would be fun. Who would have thought, a sponge would be the item that was chosen.

My Unusual Artist always kept a pencil sharpener to embrace. It might have been a fairly curious exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a pencil sharpener of all things.

My Unusual Artist desperately needed a lava lamp that they sometimes drop. It was an extraordinary exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was exciting. A lava lamp was the thing that was chosen.

My Unusual Artist desperately wanted a helmet that they liked to put up their bum. It was a weird and wonderful proposal, to my children, but not to the Artist, who considered it was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a helmet being the thing selected.

My Unusual Artist carried a piece of paper that they would embrace. It might have been an astonishing action, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a piece of paper would be the thing that was selected.

My Unusual Artist always kept a can of coke that they would experiment on. It might have been a bizarre action, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is awesome. A can of coke was the thing that was chosen.