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emmycantbemeeko
Sep. 4th, 2006 04:37 am (UTC)
That makes me really sad.
hooly1138
Sep. 5th, 2006 12:56 am (UTC)
I too am saddened by this. Steve may have been crazy, but he was passionate about his work, the environment and most importantly, his family. If anyone saw the interview from 2003 he had with Denton, you would know how important his family was to him. Rest in Peace Steve.

And to try and bring some type of light side to this sombre moment, here are two tributes to Steve by role players - in the only way they can:

RIP Steve. There's some poor Seraphim in for a shock when he gets to heaven (as you know he will).
"Crikey! A giant, six-winged, haloed snake singing hosanahs. Let's find out if it's a boy or a girl..."

and

What stunned me was the cause of death. A stingray barb to the heart! That is either the most bad-ass, or the luckiest Stingray in the history of the ocean. You want to talk critical hits-there ya go, kids...

As a friend said: "When Nature Crits:.
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kunoichi_chan
Sep. 4th, 2006 05:08 am (UTC)
Yeah, me too.

I feel sorry for his wife and child, though.
psuedonym777
Sep. 4th, 2006 05:00 am (UTC)
National stingray day?
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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