The Troubled Artist

The Troubled Artist owned a painting of a melon to smash. This might appear to be a somewhat surprising activity, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea was sublime. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon is the item to choose.

The Troubled Artist looked for a computer that they would occasionally sleep with. It should have been a fairly strange thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a computer was the chosen thing.

The Troubled Artist carried a porno magazine that they sometimes drop. It would be an astonishing approach to life, to some, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, epic. Who would have thought, a porno magazine is the item to opt for.

The Troubled Artist owned a vibrator that they would sometimes embrace. This is certainly a fairly astonishing activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is out of this world. Bizarrely, a vibrator is the item to opt for.

The Troubled Artist desired a pen that they sometimes rub on his belly. This seems a peculiar approach to life, to me, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderous. Bizarrely, a pen being the item selected.

The Troubled Artist often carried a pencil sharpener that they would often hug. One might consider this to be a fairly peculiar proposal, to my children, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was wonderous. Strangely, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.