My Exciting Artist

My Exciting Artist often carried a bag of poop that they would insert somewhere. This might appear to be a curious thought, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who feels it was wonderful. Who would have thought, a bag of poop is the item to opt for.

My Exciting Artist always kept a cup that they would sometimes smash. It is considered to be an astonishing thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea was exciting. Who would have imagined, a cup would be the thing that was opted for.

My Exciting Artist searched for a crown that they would drop. It would be a new proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea is wonderous. Remarkably, a crown was the chosen item.

My Exciting Artist craved for a tomato that they would sometimes demolish. One might find this to be a fairly exciting operation, to you, but not to the Artist, who thinks it was miraculous. You wouldnt have thought, a tomato having that done to it

My Exciting Artist looked for a can of Tango that they would often put on his head. It would be a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be awe-inspring. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was selected.

My Exciting Artist always kept a stapler that they would occasionally try to balance on their head. It would be an unusual undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who thought it was epic. Who would have imagined, a stapler being the item opted for.