We Cry for the Wicked
By Scruffyfan
Roses are Red, Violets are blue, all my base are belong to you.
Beat the unbeatable, crush the uncrushable ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH.
I went to the market last night, But didn't get a fight.
Health potions don't have anything on you.
My cat Went to the market, but the Flying Spaghetti monster stole it.
The monster steals things often from me. I wish it wouldn't.
Bing! Wham! Whip! The Spaghetti monster tangles with the werewolf, noodle to claw.
Blood sauce has been drawn this night...
An unidentified source tells me not to include them... I make them eat their words...
The meat has spoiled. Long l
Scruffy
Charismatic
Psycho
Eager
Wishes he wasn't inadequate
Dreams of meeting new people
Who loves to see new things
Who loves to travel to new places
Who finally realizes he can't always be good at everything
Who hopes to decide what he wants to do in life
Who hopes to have an Arctic Fox companion one day
Who wonders why people are so nice to him
Who wonders why people are so mean to him
Who is gullible and naive
Who is too trustworthy sometimes
Whose friends are greatly appreciated
Forgiveness is black...
I hear the false "I'm Sorry"s..
They taste bitter as vinegar.
I smell the fear in your sweat.
I see that you are lying.
I feel as if I have to forgive you, even if I don't want to...
Forgiveness is black...
The Internet and You: A Love Story
by Scruffyfan
I am different and slightly off.
I wonder if I left the oven on.
I hear eight to sixty-four bits.
I see the glow of a million faraway souls.
I want to believe.
I am different and slightly off.
I pretend I am the best that ever was.
I feel as if I am the only one, yet everyone else.
I touch plastic and rubber, hoping to achieve something.
I worry I will become lost in the tubes.
I cry when I realize I am alone.
I am different and slightly off.
I understand I am not alone.
I say I'nm awesome, but I don't think I really am.
I dream, but the dreams drift away before I awaken.
I try
They say to write what you know. Well. Here I go. What do I know about?
I know a lot about cats. I used to consider myself an expert on cats, but I think I was just saying that so I could have something to brag about...
I know a few fancy words, but I'm nothing compared to many other people I've met. Hell, the best thing I can think of that I know...
Is probably helping people. Being nice in general. I don't think there's been one opportunity not taken, when it has arisen to open a door for someone. Sometimes I even get stuck at the door, because I don't know when to stop holding the door for people...
Sometimes I do things that I feel
We Cry for the Wicked
By Scruffyfan
Roses are Red, Violets are blue, all my base are belong to you.
Beat the unbeatable, crush the uncrushable ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH.
I went to the market last night, But didn't get a fight.
Health potions don't have anything on you.
My cat Went to the market, but the Flying Spaghetti monster stole it.
The monster steals things often from me. I wish it wouldn't.
Bing! Wham! Whip! The Spaghetti monster tangles with the werewolf, noodle to claw.
Blood sauce has been drawn this night...
An unidentified source tells me not to include them... I make them eat their words...
The meat has spoiled. Long l
Scruffy
Charismatic
Psycho
Eager
Wishes he wasn't inadequate
Dreams of meeting new people
Who loves to see new things
Who loves to travel to new places
Who finally realizes he can't always be good at everything
Who hopes to decide what he wants to do in life
Who hopes to have an Arctic Fox companion one day
Who wonders why people are so nice to him
Who wonders why people are so mean to him
Who is gullible and naive
Who is too trustworthy sometimes
Whose friends are greatly appreciated
Forgiveness is black...
I hear the false "I'm Sorry"s..
They taste bitter as vinegar.
I smell the fear in your sweat.
I see that you are lying.
I feel as if I have to forgive you, even if I don't want to...
Forgiveness is black...
The Internet and You: A Love Story
by Scruffyfan
I am different and slightly off.
I wonder if I left the oven on.
I hear eight to sixty-four bits.
I see the glow of a million faraway souls.
I want to believe.
I am different and slightly off.
I pretend I am the best that ever was.
I feel as if I am the only one, yet everyone else.
I touch plastic and rubber, hoping to achieve something.
I worry I will become lost in the tubes.
I cry when I realize I am alone.
I am different and slightly off.
I understand I am not alone.
I say I'nm awesome, but I don't think I really am.
I dream, but the dreams drift away before I awaken.
I try
They say to write what you know. Well. Here I go. What do I know about?
I know a lot about cats. I used to consider myself an expert on cats, but I think I was just saying that so I could have something to brag about...
I know a few fancy words, but I'm nothing compared to many other people I've met. Hell, the best thing I can think of that I know...
Is probably helping people. Being nice in general. I don't think there's been one opportunity not taken, when it has arisen to open a door for someone. Sometimes I even get stuck at the door, because I don't know when to stop holding the door for people...
Sometimes I do things that I feel