Her Angry Artist

Her Angry Artist wanted a painting of a melon that they would often cuddle. It is a fairly different suggestion, to most, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was amazing. A painting of a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

Her Angry Artist searched for a pint of cider that they would occasionally put up their bum. It would be an exciting undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be magnificent. Bizarrely, a pint of cider being the thing selected.

Her Angry Artist always carried a wig that they liked to hug. This seems a bizarre exercise, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea was exciting. A wig being the chosen item.

Her Angry Artist craved for a mug that they would demolish. One might find this to be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was epic. Remarkably, a mug being the chosen item.

Her Angry Artist searched for a teapot that they would smash. It should have been a fairly surprising proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Remarkably, a teapot would be the thing that was selected.

Her Angry Artist desperately craved for a ball that they would occasionally put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly extraordinary idea, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a ball being the thing selected.