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WP 152: Talk, am I worth being spoken to? I’m all crazy but this mind’s got its needs too. My insides are a sign of how I’m Pikachu. Electrifying, yes, but a pretty shy dude. I don’t like to scream, I don’t like to talk over you. It’s just a habit of mine that I’ve developed from the womb. The FJs in the house and we’re bombastic to the root, hand motions in the air like the world’s ending soon. Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar, I need a break cause this pace is taking tolls on my car, and I mean that metaphorically, I means it from the heart, I don’t mind this gig but the cost is pretty hard. Who am I? Once again this question comes across. Manic, he’s depressive, bi-polar like a boss. If I were majoring in mentally challenging the odds, I tell you what, wait a bit, this whole stage is mine to rock. Give me a sec, let me suit up head down to my toes, Second Timothy said we’re more than they oppose.  I got power, I got love, a sound mind good to go, let it flow, with no cut backs, “Onward, ho!”