Princess Drivy Crazy stares cross-eyed alone with internal voices driving her flight toward our unsuspecting future, then throws her oppositionally challenged head back, swelling adolescent breasts, her proud ripeness out and up and forward, arching her back, ecstatic smile broadcast across gleaming black-glazed bipolar pupils, grateful for language not too foreign, “Princess, I do so love you, today and always feel and know sure passion in your joy, your beauty, goodness, your rightness, your hopeful path of humor lest you tear from memorized neglect, depraved cultural confinement,” responding without access to s and l, “A**ho**!” she laughs, to please and thank-you in our we-discovering way.