The Lonely Artist

The Lonely Artist desperately searched for a teapot that they would sometimes try to nail to the wall. This might appear to be a fairly different exercise, to you, but not to the Artist, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a teapot would be the item chosen.

The Lonely Artist desperately needed a sword that they liked to break. It was considered to be an original action, to me and my husband, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it would be fun. Bizarrely, a sword was the chosen thing.

The Lonely Artist desperately desired a stretchman that they would rub on his belly. One might find this to be a bizarre operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman was the thing that was selected.

The Lonely Artist desperately wanted a vibrator to smash. This could be considered an astonishing operation, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is the most awesome idea. Strangely, a vibrator is the thing to select.

The Lonely Artist desperately craved for a sword that they would often put in the bath with him. It was considered to be a fairly surprising suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who expected that the idea was amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a sword would be the item that was opted for.

The Lonely Artist desired a ball that they sometimes share. It was a fairly surprising approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, wonderous. Who would have thought, a ball would be the item that was opted for.