Depressed Artist

Depressed Artist wanted a cup to cuddle. It would have been a fairly unusual idea, to my children, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was awesome. Bizarrely, a cup was the thing that was selected.

Depressed Artist had a bottle of coke that they would occasionally break. It was a fairly bizarre idea, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a bottle of coke having that done to it

Depressed Artist carried a cucumber that they liked to rub on his belly. This could be considered a curious thought, to you, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a cucumber would be the item chosen.

Depressed Artist always had with them a teapot that they liked to worship. This might appear to be a somewhat surprising idea, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who expected it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a teapot is the item to opt for.

Depressed Artist wanted a computer that they would occasionally demolish. One might consider this to be an astonishing exercise, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels it would be awe-inspring. Who would have imagined, a computer is the thing to select.

Depressed Artist desperately desired a bag of poop that they would occasionally put on his head. It was considered to be a fairly curious approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who had decided it was entertaining. Bizarrely, a bag of poop would be the item chosen.