The Blue Artist

The Blue Artist desperately needed a cucumber that they would play with. It is a weird thought, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who considered it was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a cucumber was the item that was opted for.

The Blue Artist desperately craved for a stretchman that they would occasionally embrace. It should be a somewhat surprising operation, to my mum, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman being the thing selected.

The Blue Artist craved for a cup that they would sometimes hug. This is certainly a different operation, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who considered that this idea is awesome. Strangely, a cup would be the thing that was opted for.

The Blue Artist had a CD player to try to balance on their head. One might find this to be a weird and wonderful suggestion, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who considered that the idea was stunning. Who would have thought, a CD player was the chosen item.

The Blue Artist desperately wanted a big sponge that they would often sleep with. It might have been a curious activity, to my children, but not to the Artist, who expected that this idea is miraculous. Strangely, a big sponge is the thing to choose.

The Blue Artist owned a sponge that they would often put on his head. One might find this to be a fairly odd idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was wonderful. Who would have thought, a sponge would be the item that was opted for.