My Blue Artist

My Blue Artist often carried a lava lamp that they would sometimes eat. It might be a fairly surprising activity, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who considered it was spectacular. Remarkably, a lava lamp being the item opted for.

My Blue Artist desperately searched for a pen that they sometimes play with. It was considered to be an astonishing exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who felt it was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a pen is the item to select.

My Blue Artist desperately needed a condom that they would occasionally drop. It might be an unusual undertaking, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thinks that it was in fact, entertaining. Honestly, a condom being the item selected.

My Blue Artist had a vibrator that they liked to try to balance on their head. It should have been a new approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a vibrator is the item to select.

My Blue Artist often carried a custard pie that they would often throw. It is a fairly different activity, to me, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. You wouldnt have imagined, a custard pie would be the chosen thing.

My Blue Artist owned a hat that they would often put on his head. This might appear to be a funny action, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, simply life. Strangely, a hat of all things.