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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

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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

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Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears

Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net

 
  Monday, January 26, 2004

8:45 PM

Same old song going 'round and around
It's not where I'm at, it's just where I have found myself
Still the sounds keep the wolves from the door
This is my song

Kill love now, don't be pure, don't be kind
Kill love now for your own peace of mind
Kill love
Kill love
Kill love
Kill love

These are the days of futures by design
So does your fate give you powers of immunity?
I don't care if you're right or I'm wrong
This is your life

Kill love now, don't be pure, don't be kind
Kill love now, for your own peace of mind
Kill love
Kill love
Kill love
Kill love

Buffalo standing, buffalo standing
Buffalo standing, buffalo standing

Kill love
Kill love
Kill love
Kill love

Kill love
Kill love

Buffalo standing, buffalo standing
Buffalo standing, buffalo standing




The writing on the wall changes everyday
Moving the lights about
We live by stealth alone
And simple truth that's our philosophy
Oh, what a perfect day
Stretch it out forever

With flowers for your grave, a snowdrop for your soul
Down on your knees and pray
May lightning strike your bones
The Devil makes his own pornography
Oh, what a cross to bear
Freaking out completely

You locked yourself away, now you're dead inside
You dug yourself a grave, now you're dead inside
The promises you made were all dead inside

The calm before the storm, the bitter taste of mediocrity
Turning you inside out
I've waited in the wings
No news of joy, just more hipocrisy
Oh, what a strange affair
We belong together

You locked yourself away, now you're dead inside
You dug yourself a grave, now you're dead inside
The promises you made were all dead inside
You made your bed, now lie in it
Dead inside

You locked yourself away, now you're dead inside
You dug yourself a grave, now you're dead inside
The promises you made were all dead inside
You made your bed, now lie in it
Dead inside




I made a really stupid mistake this weekend. And because of it, I have cost myself she who I hold most dear in this universe. Love comes to me to commit suicide.


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