Novel & Cerita Crazy Art

"You crazy man! I'm a NORMAL man! Go find a woman!" ***

Crazy! This is indeed crazy and very unhealthy for Edna's feeling that has been empty for a long time without a man's touch. Since Zyan died, and her status changed to single parent, she never thought about playing with various men like she used to. Her goal at that time to be a wild woman was to pay back her pain to Acelon. And after all her plans were carried out, she no longer wanted to live like that. It's too risky to run a wild life. Even she couldn't imagine what it would be like if Elyseen really wasn't her Son with Acelon, it was really scary. Even though Acelon is not a good man who only touches one woman, but at least from the beginning to this second her body has only been touche

The kind that does not go away just because you ignore it. My life is becoming more like a documentary,i flinch boring and hectic

Aggressively, defiantly joyful. The Muse shudders. Arthur’s brushstroke wavers. He starts a new sculpture, a dark spiral representing existential dread. I grab the clay and form a lopsided, grinning frog. I put a tiny, absurd crown on its head. He composes a symphony in a minor key, a funeral dirge for lost potential. I bang on a pot with a spoon, singing a off-key nursery rhyme at the top of my lungs.

“Limited edition painting. If you wanna buy it, you gotta place a bid. Or, get them for free if you sign up for the club.” He shrugged, feeling victorious. The people were silent, unsure of what to say. Malorie stepped forward, still gaping at the painting. “You…” she began. “It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” Cain boasted. “It’s...marvelously bad!” Malorie exclaimed. “What the hell is this?” She pointed at the painting consisting of stick figures in different colors. The shapes were off, looking like an artwork by a kindergarten student. “This is comic art!” Cain claimed. “This looks as if a child drew it!” she hissed. “This isn’t how you make a comic strip!”

Rahman announces, moving from the window to come across the room and help himself to my iced tea. I scowl at him and poke him in the ribs. " He may be closer to the thruth than he realizes." I tell sanjil with a smile. " All artists seem to be crazy to some extent, it shows in different ways. Some cut off their ears, some turn into hermits. And some, like yours truly." I motion at myself. " Choose to show case their art through irregular and unconventional mediums." Rahman snorts. " Codswallop." He announces.

"I don't touch anything certain bitches have already pawed at. So…" I pointed at the dress in Lucy's hands. "I don't want that one. As for everything I bought, shred it. Use shears or scissors. I don't care." "What?" The salesgirl stared at me. "I said shred them." I pulled out a pair of scissors and sliced into a skirt worth 100,000 dollars. "Ah. Music to my ears." [Spending money in the most insane way possible. 4-Star Madness. Reward: 7,000,000 dollars.]

Ella was a time bomb that waited for the right time to burst on everyone. Everyone's facial color drained, and they looked pale. In A country, everyone knows who Jen Carson is; even though her father is A country's mayor, the Carson family got famous because of Jen Carson; She uses her brain to trap someone. Once they fall into her trap, it's impossible to slip away without losing everything. But she forgets if she is an influential person in a country, then Ella king is the power of A nation; how could she even dare to mess with a crocodile while staying in the water? So that proves she is a fool.

"Larry quickly said. "You're a bozo!"Annie screamed. "A bozo?,well,since it's you, I'm happy to be a bozo. Your bozo."Larry replied. "If I stay with you I will just go crazy!"Annie yelled. "Yes,I will drive you crazy with roses,with care,with red, everything."Larry replied. Annie opened her mouth and glanced sideways then scoffed. She tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded. "I see,for a man who chained me to the her to take advantage of me is really crazy. So why I'm I really shocked?"

Mark Mohini's Castle. Pandora lies on the bed, her eyes looking up at the deep sky, she once dreamed of being free like a bird in the sky, but a free bird like Pandora had her wings broken by a cruel man. Pandora no longer has feelings of joy or sorrow, if it were not for Sharmaine, she would have taken her own life, if it were not for a little connection in this world, she would not have committed herself to living in madness. by Mark.