Bio
Name: Daniel Robert Lance Big Plume
Nickname: Saturnyne
Birthday: May 3, 1980
Age: 26
Sun Sign: Taurus
Moon Sign: Sagittarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Born)
Height: 170 cm
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Status: Single
Favorites
Color: Blue
Food: Chicken
Animal: Cat
Anime: Sailormoon
Show: CSI
PJ's: Sweatpants/ T-shirt
Pokemon: Porygon
Website: NHB Radio
My Linux Desktop
Current Moods
Song: Dog's A Best Friend's Dog
Links
Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears
Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net
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Saturday, January 10, 2004
4:46 PM I get way too overinvolved in my friend's problems. Especially when it's a friend I care very deeply about. I need to learn to step back a bit before I say or do anything stupid. Of course, it's a little late for that now, since I did that twice yesterday, but hey. Who's keeping track?
Friday, January 09, 2004 7:22 PM For someone who's been up since 3AM and working on 3 hours of sleep, I'm awfully chipper. Okay, I'm not. To celebrate my newfound view on life and its wonderous crapness, I've composed the following poem in celebration of this terrible event. "A Journey To The Center Of A Son" There are a million ways I'm lost. A sad man's drenched in years of sorrow. He drowns and flounders, dissolves and then; It's a silent dream he hates when he dies. The fact he's missed Speaks volumes, But not to him. Scared of insignificance; Selfish, atavistic claims to innocence. He's a lost lonely child With no one to turn to. Contained journeys and searching for soul Leave him selfish; Leave us all selfish. They never tell him So he thinks That gold and love and riches Mean nothing compared to him. He's too wise to be a cynic But no wisdom calls him a man. 'Three different ways', he cries. The spirits of the mortal comfort him For themselves, or him It matters not; So long as he knows to look For what he has found And not die On what is not his.
Thursday, January 08, 2004 2:45 AM
 Bring Me To Life *What Song by Evanescence are You?* brought to you by Quizilla In other news, I need to find out the date that Kristine will be back up here for good. If... IF I can meet with her that same day, I've got a present for her. If I don't meet her that same day, all would have been for naught. At least, for one day. I'm also more sick than a meeting of minds between Schwarzenegger and Clinton. Only in a physical sense, where I have a cold and can't breathe unless I go on a quest, and subsequently succeed upon said quest. And as those around me have probably noticed, succeeding isn't something that I do. It just isn't.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004 3:14 PM I�ve made my mistakes I�ve messed up my life Now�s the time to show them all I can make more Without a lot of strife And time will change to suit sorrow Times will be changed Time is a thief Time will kill all it sees Blood will run down The walls that you�ve cleaned And Time will kneel down and believe Kill me I�ve got nothing to lose Save me No gain Kill me I�ve got nothing to lose Kill me Kill me Kill me I do not think That love does want me I am not a worthy prey Maybe I�ll die All by myself And that will finally end my reign There comes a time To abdicate Your life unto the darkest seas All by myself I�ve figured out Just what you do to make me feel Kill me I�ve got nothing to lose Save me No gain Kill me I�ve got nothing to lose Kill me Kill me Kill me Times will be hard And times will be tough The times you live this day and age Will keep you weighed down They will strip off your crown And make you want to go insane All day you fight The goodness and light And wallow in the Pain you�ve made Maybe it�s time To watch how you die And make ourselves in that same way Alright, you win I will give in You will see my spirit soar Let me fall down Then rape the ground And I�ll show you why I want more Then kill yourself It�s good for your health I want to see your blood flow Life goes to black And you fade away You know that death will make it so Kill me I�ve got nothing to lose Save me No gain Kill me I�ve got nothing to lose Kill me Kill me Kill me This is a song I wrote when I was 17. I find it odd that I haven't been able to write anything as dark and hopeless since then, especially since I feel more hopeless since the time I wrote this song.
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