Not Just a Fandom
We, are not just a fandom We are family We are friends We are all connected This is not jut a game This is a practice This is a way of life This is who we are It is not just people in costumes It is a community It is a home away from home It...
Words Cannot Express
Though words cannot express, i hope this gives you a clue, as to how much i love you.
S L E E P
Trepid Cold Shaking Shivering Quaking Just beneath the weight Holding the world You knew to be true As it all comes apart right in front of you Your tenderness and care ripped from the epicenter Like a cancer, metastasizing into a grotesque...
Spoken Word: You Will Never
Smokey digsby expressive spoken word you will never... understand the pain i endure day after day after stress filled day. having to hide the true me out of sheer terror, and fear of being rejected by society.
The Epitaph of A Living Man
And yet, this is truly a work of self-expression. pure self-expression through self-masturbatory writings of a hard life. for what it's worth, anyway.
Emotional state
Reserved, secluded alone afraid to express broken, beaten ashamed is it fear of loss that leads to seclusion?
Freedom of Expression
The mild expression on her face told that she was ready for the primary functions of her position here at the estate. ever since pricilla's weight had slowly nudged up and over the 1,000 lb mark, nothing ever seemed simple.
The Crosstown Express
I'm waiting for the late bus, the crosstown express?"** **"and i'm it! crosstown express, bus number 3374, late shift, taris quickpaw, at your service. you have a ticket, yes?"
Lovecraft Express
Lovecraft express in the maze of cliffs leading into the pacific that once was california a submarine surfaces. it docks in a secret sea cave below the ruins of los angeles.
Bountiful Expression
"bountiful expression" by juna of sofurry ([http://juna.sofurry.com](http://juna.sofurry.com)) [bountiful expression of the gravid dancer.]
Express Service
Evening express trains are always quiet, but this one was quieter than most. monday night, coming back from a bland town to a boring city, with little to speak of at either end of the trip... it all added up to us having most of a coach to ourselves.
Passionate Express.
The train persists across the lush greens, traveling over the wide ocean on the bridge gaping between the forest. A tunnel can be seen from afar, the train arching its way towards it. Sitting at the front of the train lies a chubby fennec fox: A...