His Nervous Artist

His Nervous Artist desperately desired a piece of paper that they would sometimes sleep with. It might have been a fairly original exercise, to my children, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was awesome. Strangely, a piece of paper is the thing to select.

His Nervous Artist desperately needed a bottle of beer that they sometimes embrace. It should have been an exciting exercise, to many, but not to the Artist, who thought that it was in fact, sublime. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer was the thing that was chosen.

His Nervous Artist always had with them a pen that they would drop. It might be a curious undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Artist, who feels that the idea was wonderful. Honestly, a pen would be the item that was opted for.

His Nervous Artist desired a CD player that they would occasionally share. It might have been a strange undertaking, to me and my children, but not to the Artist, who thinks that the idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a CD player of all things.

His Nervous Artist found a ball to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be a surprising proposal, to everybody you know, but not to the Artist, who assumed it was magnificent. A ball is the item to choose.

His Nervous Artist needed a ball to smash. It might have been an original thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Artist, who had decided that this idea is fun. Strangely, a ball is the item that was chosen.