Alone, fearing the dark I speak unto you.
Of my pain and suffering,
of being different from all.

Seen only as a tool,
molded for chaos.
Being corrupted by the evil which exist,
in my world, in my life, in my soul.

I turn for help, and find no one.
At last I find a glimmering hope,
only to be darken by those around me.
Instead of building my foundation,
they want to destroy me.

That which I fear the most,
are not the evils in the world,
but my brothers and sisters,
believers of the Lord.

They want to break me down,
change my existence,
my love which I have received.

Let me be myself,
let me love Him,
the way I can.

Let me be free,
for he already has.

I speak unto you,
don't destroy me.
help me, guide me, love me.

For I am young, and all I want is..
To love Him!

All I see in the mirror is the reflection of a stranger, when once before I could see my face clearly. I have lost the essence which made me who I was.

I don't recognize myself anymore. I don't feel like myself, as If I have lost the meaning to my existence. I don't know who I am anymore.

I want to hate, but I want to love. I want to annihilate, but yet defend with my life. I want to go down, but still stand my ground.

I have lost My Identity, that who I was. I'm not myself, nor someone else. I am here but do not exist. I breathe, but lack any signs of life.

...Who am I...If I am not I.

Can I still be called I, but yet not be alive?

Just accept my existence similar to the air, the wind, and sound.

Just a whisper never to be heard. A cloud drifting alone.

...Who am I, If i'm not myself...

an entity, with out a doubt.

An image with out a silhouette.

A shadow with out the dark.

Who am I ...with out my Identity? 

Many would be able to tell about their ways of living. Explain who they are and what they want to achieve in their lives. Like any other normal person. Just like any other NORMAL person.

But what about those that are anything but normal. Those, or just me.

My life is but a poem written in a language not known to man. For only God is able to understand. Not even myself understand what is written. All I do is live inside this poem.

Existing only on the lines were such words were written. Living each day a different word, until it reaches the final period.

A mystery to be unraveled little by little without my consent. Not able to understand what is the next word. All I know is this plane, written with words.

A poem written to His likings. A complication normal beings cannot understand, and will never know. Nor I will be able to decipher, only to exist, live each word, and question nothing at all.


This is my life, beyond an enigma. A complication written to not be guessed by humans.
Ti's why I cannot say, who am I, and what are my goals. My dreams are but a shadow, a cloud that was dissolved as quickly as it was formed.

My life is a poem, that not even I can control.

Every time I enter those doors, my hearts starts to race. I enter with such an intimidation of what's to occur. Will I see you. what would I say.

To know a person only by a glance and no other way. not even by the means of a name.
Ti's a luxury for me to reach, the sweet sound of a few vocals ricocheting in my throat.

By your face and no other way, I recognize the one which I desperately desire to be.
To be known by my heart by a glance and no other means.

If only, I were to be admired by that glance you upon your face, this would make me more joyful than life itself. To be only admire by your glance and nothing more.

For one day, I will work up my courage and know your name. So that I may live knowing you better than just a face. To know you more than a glance, my hearts desire to advance.

To be known by a glance an nothing more.
At least for now, til the day I will prevail for more than a glance and everything else.

Tice: ha ha ha! I did it, I finally did it.

Tice1: you are a genius tice.
Tice2: A real genius tice.

Tice: thank you, yes I am a genius. Even I amaze my self sometimes.

Tice1: yep, amazing tice.
Tice2: truly amazing tice.

Tice: now, what should be my next great success. Hmm?

Tice1: you can do it tice.
Tice2: yes do it tice.

Tice: ...An improve peanut butter and jelly sandwich!!!

Tice1: yes tice improved.
Tice2: Improved indeed tice.

Tice let's get to work!

All: YAY!

3hours later...

Tice:Finally I did it. I improved the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. ahahaha!!

Tice1: your a genius tice.
Tice2: a true genius tice.

Tice: thank you my minions. ahahaha!

All: ahahahahha!!

Kersek: Tice is doing it again Kito.
Kito: what?! whats he doing?
Kersek: he's playing with his dolls again!!

Tice: For your information, they are highly sophisticated well engineered miniture robotic HUMANOIDS!!!

Kersek: yeah thats what I said, Dolls!

Tice:GRRR!! Attack him my minions!!!!

Tice 1&2: malfunction...critical error!!!

Tice: Darn it!

Hmm we have been thinking on some new ideas for the show. one thing is that some characters role will change, so it will be funny. 


1st idea:
Angel's father will appear and he does not like supe to marry his daughter. Funny!!

2nd:
Angel's father has a guy he wants to marry his daughter to. Dum Dum Dum!
even more funny because supe will have a rival.

3rd:
Supe will have a father who is a complete nutcase. LOL! even more than his 1st father.

and new characters, new comedy, better effects, new crew to help us out. More experience, have created methods to make more episodes in shorter time than other youtube shows.


more info later! Muahahahaha!

Tice: Supe let's have a conversation.
Supe: Why?!
Tice: because I am the one that made you and want to have a chat with you!?!
Supe: I rather eat cowhide than talk to you.
Tice: *sigh* then go.
Supe: Okay :)
Tice:Hey comeback!
Supe: Groan!
Tice: So how's Angel!?!
Supe: How should I know!
Tice: aren't you her boyfriend.
Supe: Say what!!! I am no such thing.
Tice: but supie you are :(
Supe: Grrr! don't call me supie!!
Tice: Why?!?
Supe: Because!!
Tice:because only Angel can call you that.
Supe: yep thats right... Say What!!!
Tice: hahaha
Supe: You punk!

Supe pushes Tice backwards and out of Tice comes out....


Supe: AHHHHH!! Angel!!!!!
Angel: Supie!!!!!!
Supe: Help!
Angel: Giggle*

Meanwhile Tice walks by.

Tice:Shesh get a room!
Supe: Help, help mr Tice.
Tice: Only if you call me *Oh Great Tice, Handsomest Guy, who is hotter than Supe!*
Supe: NEVER! I rather make out with Angel than call you that! Oops!
Angel: With Pleasure!
Supe: AHHHH!!!!

Tice: ... maybe I should leave....

Tice: Darn this dumb piece of electronic.
Kito: Was the matter Tice, what are you screaming about.
Tice: this! This! piece of junk does not want to work.
Kito: What did you do to the computer! Did you get curious again.
Tice: Whats that supposed to mean!!!
Kito: You know... you always like to screw around with your stuff.
Tice: Hmm, I do not recall doing anything like that.
Kito: Okay, okay, calm down mr. dramatic. Tell me what did you did to the computer! I mean whats wrong!

Tice: Well I was trying to make a video and then Kaploot!!!
Kito: Maybe you made a virus instead of a video.
Tice: shut it Kito, and help to fix this.
kito: well open it up.
Tice: aha! see, I have not done anything to it.
Kito: just open the darn thing.

Tice opens the computer. They find a cat inside the computer!

Tice: AHHH! Cat, Kill it Kito!
Kito: I'm not touching that!
Tice: I HATE CATS!
Kito: Let's scare it away.

Tice and Kito  wave at the cat. The cat meows.
tice gets a broom, and by mistake hits Kito.

Tice: hhahaa! Okay Kito Im sorry!
Kito: I will kill you Tice.

Tice and Kito make a trail of cat food leading to the door.
the cat  eats the food and goes to sleep in front of the Door!

Kito & Tice: Grrr!

Tice: Hmmm!

Tice kicks the cat out the door!
MEEEEOOOOWWWW!!!

Kito: Gee tice, you must really hate cats.
Tice: Shut up Kito and lock that door.

a few moment later.

Kito: now how did a cat get inside a computer?
Tice: maybe it was a ... Cat virus!
Kito: Tice, just keep quiet. You look smarter like that.
Tice: grr!

Kersek: Hey! who took my cat out of the computer! I was storing it in the hard drive to save it from the dogs outside!

Tice&Kito: GRRRR!!!

Kersek: Hey! what are you going to do with that cage!

... End?

I don't know why I do it. It might be because my mind is different from other people. I was in a restaurant and did it again. Why is it I care about other people.

I was enjoying a meal when I noticed the person in the table in front of me. Then it happen, I started caring. I ponder about what this person was thinking about. What they were going to do later. what they did before. Why fears do they hide, and what is it they believe in. What they think about life, if they even think about it at all. Are they satisfied with what they have done, or regret something in their life.

A thousand question came to mind, but why should I care. Why all this interest in a person. then I switched to another person, and the same riddle played in the background.
For what purpose should I answer these questions. For what reason should I care. Why is it that I stir these things in my mind.

For I am a person who could care less about someone. always wanting to be left alone, not wanting to know or feel the presence of another person. For what reason does this happen to me.

Classified as a person of abnormal behavior, ridicule and mocked by fro not being the same. For wondering and dreaming beyond a normal reach. Not just persons but things that other people would not care to think about.

Neighbors or strangers passing by. Friends, and families, all alike. Why should I care, when in reality I do not desire to know. It haunts me, and frightens my valor away.

Am I strange, or simply not the same...? 

why is it that I feel like if I carry the pain of the world on my shoulders. As if everythings falls on me. The Blame, the shame, the evil of our existence.

Sometimes it feels as if a block of led was to be carried by us, and only we can carry it because we do not want anyone to carry it or because we feel responsible.

But such burden to fall on me. such pain endure by one self. If it was not for your hope, I would have become mad already. I try to fight it with all my will. But yet it pins me to the ground. I get up my final ounce of strength.  And I will not give up. For I know and I pray, that one day....

...one day...
I will not carry this weight anymore.