My Eccentric Artist

My Eccentric Artist had a magic 8 ball that they would share. It would be a fairly odd suggestion, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who expected that it was in fact, the most awesome idea. Bizarrely, a magic 8 ball being the item opted for.

My Eccentric Artist desperately wanted a block of cheese that they sometimes demolish. One might say this is an extraordinary undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who thinks that it was in fact, epic. Who would have thought, a block of cheese would be the thing that was opted for.

My Eccentric Artist searched for a ball that they would occasionally put down their trousers. It was considered to be a new action, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was entertaining. You wouldnt have thought, a ball would be the thing that was selected.

My Eccentric Artist desired a custard pie that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. One might consider this to be a funny thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Artist, who thought that the idea was magnificent. A custard pie is the item to choose.

My Eccentric Artist looked for a piece of paper that they sometimes break. This seems to be an unusual proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a piece of paper being the thing selected.

My Eccentric Artist always carried a custard pie that they sometimes smash. It would be a peculiar approach to life, to some, but not to the Artist, who thinks that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a custard pie being the item selected.