Joy hates everyone. She hates everything. Once Joy broke a boy's leg for getting on her sensitive nerves. Have you ever lived off of spinach? Joy has.
Joy is a piece of hell put in the palm of your hand. You can either squish her into oblivion or you can take her and make her your own demon to torment you forever and always.
I wish I could explain Joy to every stranger in the world, so as to avoid unnecessary broken limbs or torn hearts. Joy is honest to the worst extreme. She will tell you if you are fat, ugly, beautiful, or simply a bore.
Once, Joy told me she was going to learn to throw knives. She learned fast, and soon the community we share spent more real time looking over their shoulders than sleeping at night.
Joy is an artist. She paints the walls in her home, and then moves on to greater things. From the play's backdrop to the mural of senes throughout Utah splotted on the outside of her house, Joy is a creator.
Joyous and I (Adellous)
On our good days, if we were twins, we would have taken a million stills like this one.
The Giving Tree
If I had a tree, it would be something like this.
- Adell
- We are the Kirkmans, lovers of learning and growing together and members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (LDS or Mormons). Although awkward and a little strange at times, we are incredibly in love with each other. This is normal life, made interesting by our oddities.
Chocolate Songs for the Lyric Lover
