The Tired Artist

The Tired Artist desperately craved for a can of Dr Pepper to put on his head. It was a fairly astonishing proposal, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. A can of Dr Pepper was the thing that was opted for.

The Tired Artist needed a set of lego that they would play with. This is certainly a curious thing to do, to my children, but not to the Artist, who thought it would be awe-inspring. Honestly, a set of lego was the chosen thing.

The Tired Artist desperately desired a wig to break. It might be a fairly peculiar operation, to many, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea was wonderful. Bizarrely, a wig is the item to opt for.

The Tired Artist had a teapot that they would hug. It might have been a new thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is exciting. Honestly, a teapot being the item selected.

The Tired Artist desired a vibrator that they would break. It is a fairly exciting idea, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who had decided it would be exciting. Honestly, a vibrator is the thing to opt for.

The Tired Artist always carried a little monkey that they would rub on his belly. It was considered to be a fairly curious suggestion, to many, but not to the Artist, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. Remarkably, a little monkey would be the item chosen.