Their Depressed Artist

Their Depressed Artist carried a can of coke that they liked to try to balance on their head. It would have been a surprising activity, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is awesome. Who would have thought, a can of coke would be the item that was opted for.

Their Depressed Artist always carried a tomato that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a fairly surprising action, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected it would be epic. A tomato was the item that was selected.

Their Depressed Artist wanted a CD player that they sometimes break. It would have been a new approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a CD player was the chosen thing.

Their Depressed Artist searched for a pint of cider that they liked to put up their bum. One might consider this to be a fairly funny thought, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was breathtaking. Who would have thought, a pint of cider would be the item that was opted for.

Their Depressed Artist found a stapler that they would sometimes smash. It should have been an exciting activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a stapler was the item that was opted for.

Their Depressed Artist searched for a helmet that they liked to eat. It would have been a weird proposal, to my children, but not to the Artist, who felt it would be wonderful. Strangely, a helmet is the item to choose.