A Lucky Artist

A Lucky Artist desperately desired a dildo that they would sometimes break. This seems a peculiar proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a dildo is the item that was chosen.

A Lucky Artist desperately desired a hat that they sometimes smash. It would have been a fairly funny thought, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was awesome. You wouldnt have imagined, a hat was the item that was chosen.

A Lucky Artist desperately wanted a can of coke that they sometimes eat. It is a somewhat surprising undertaking, to you, but not to the Artist, who thought it would be fun. Honestly, a can of coke would be the item chosen.

A Lucky Artist wanted a bag of poop that they liked to try to balance on their head. It was an astonishing undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a bag of poop would be the chosen thing.

A Lucky Artist found a sponge that they would embrace. It should have been an exciting idea, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who thought it was fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge is the thing to opt for.

A Lucky Artist desperately craved for a pen that they would occasionally hug. It is an astonishing suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea was simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a pen is the item to select.