The Depressed Artist

The Depressed Artist always carried a bag of flour that they would occasionally put up their bum. This seems a fairly unusual thought, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Honestly, a bag of flour is the thing that was chosen.

The Depressed Artist desperately looked for a block of cheese to hug. This could be considered a fairly odd approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea was fun. Bizarrely, a block of cheese is the thing to select.

The Depressed Artist always kept a dildo that they would often demolish. It would be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to me, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was simply life. Honestly, a dildo would be the item that was chosen.

The Depressed Artist desperately craved for a tomato that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a fairly peculiar suggestion, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was epic. Strangely, a tomato being the thing opted for.

The Depressed Artist needed a vibrator that they would occasionally rub on his belly. It was considered to be a fairly astonishing idea, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thinks it would be fun. Strangely, a vibrator having that done to it

The Depressed Artist always kept a set square that they would sometimes hug. It would be a fairly exciting action, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, magnificent. You wouldnt have thought, a set square having that done to it