The Lonely Artist

The Lonely Artist desperately desired a teapot that they sometimes cuddle. This could be considered a fairly different undertaking, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea is out of this world. Remarkably, a teapot would be the chosen thing.

The Lonely Artist desired a bottle of coke that they would experiment on. It was considered to be a strange action, to me and my parents, but not to the Artist, who assumed that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke was the item that was selected.

The Lonely Artist craved for a teapot that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is considered to be a fairly strange exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a teapot was the chosen thing.

The Lonely Artist desperately craved for a CD player that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. This seems an extraordinary suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who felt that this idea was magnificent. Strangely, a CD player is the item that was chosen.

The Lonely Artist always kept a pint of cider to break. It would have been a weird and wonderful thing to do, to my children, but not to the Artist, who felt that it was in fact, exciting. Who would have imagined, a pint of cider being the chosen item.

The Lonely Artist always carried a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to put up their bum. It is a surprising activity, to you and me, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea is the most awesome idea. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing that was chosen.