My Stupid Artist

My Stupid Artist desired a sponge that they would occasionally embrace. It might have been a fairly bizarre exercise, to some, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderful. Honestly, a sponge would be the item that was selected.

My Stupid Artist carried a sponge that they would drop. It might have been a fairly weird and wonderful action, to most, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a sponge was the item that was chosen.

My Stupid Artist craved for a piece of paper that they would often try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a different thing to do, to many, but not to the Artist, who expected it would be magnificent. Remarkably, a piece of paper was the thing that was selected.

My Stupid Artist desperately desired a pint of beer that they liked to insert somewhere. This could be considered an astonishing approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who thought that this idea is awesome. Bizarrely, a pint of beer was the chosen thing.

My Stupid Artist found a bag of flour that they would often experiment on. One might consider this to be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is awesome. Honestly, a bag of flour being the thing opted for.

My Stupid Artist found a rubber johnny that they sometimes break. It would be a fairly bizarre suggestion, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion it was wonderful. A rubber johnny was the thing that was selected.