THE PRINCESS BALESTRA STORY
why consoom prefabricated brandin’ vahmit whenya can trust I gonna squirt stuff at random?
Friends who wanna twist a dagger in my ass call me Vicky.
They seen what Mom wrote out on my diapers between my first name an’ my surname — an’ they think it is FUNNY.
Herein lies the origin of the natchrl bonhomie manifested presently as Princess Balestra.
Gotta figure anywan with a monicker like VICK TOOR EEYAAAHR be destined eithah for regal heights or a lifetime of clandestine serial killin’ allied to a penchant for visually threatenin’ leathahwear big on kink.
Give a gal any kinda choice, an’ she will run off with evrythin’.
So, hey, that is Moi.
You don’t gotta know my first name, so jus’ call me Princess.
Things I love inclood (but are not limited to) Yogah, writin’, dancin’, smoochie, filosophy an’ bunnies.
A marketer pal says I should put sumthin’ like ‘Inspiration Facilitator and Co-ordinator for Intuitive Values-based Individuals and Organizations aspiring to Eco-motivated Visions for Global Success’ but I told her she was off her fuckin’ tits.
So I figure Unenslaved Optimist covers the Balestra ethos jus’ fine.
If’n anythin’ should happen to make me change my mind, likely I will make sum kinda announcement — but I don’t see Gaaahdzilla droppin’ outta the sky any time soon.
This OK for a bio?
Gotta hope so.