The Stupid Artist

The Stupid Artist looked for a chocolate bar to put down their trousers. It is considered to be a weird operation, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who had decided that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a chocolate bar was the chosen thing.

The Stupid Artist wanted a bag of poop to play with. It would have been a fairly different proposal, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea was stunning. Remarkably, a bag of poop would be the item that was selected.

The Stupid Artist desperately desired a melon that they would smash. One might consider this to be a fairly funny exercise, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who felt it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a melon being the chosen item.

The Stupid Artist desperately craved for a pen that they would often smash. One might find this to be a fairly funny exercise, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is awesome. A pen would be the item that was selected.

The Stupid Artist desperately needed a bag of flour that they sometimes throw. It should be a different thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, out of this world. Strangely, a bag of flour would be the item chosen.

The Stupid Artist needed a set of lego that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It was considered to be a curious activity, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea was magnificent. Remarkably, a set of lego would be the thing that was opted for.