The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...


Thursday, June 24, 2010

Street ramblings...


"Yeah man... I don't think... that's not gonna go too well. She's married to a basketball legend man..."

"Shit.. I've seen you with a basketball"

Laughter follows...

"Naw man. He's a legend man. A legend."


Dear Kurt,


The irony of your death... You once stated that you feel as if people want you to die because it would be the ultimate rock-n-roll story.

You hated anything having to do with blending into the mainstream.. Therefore this statement automatically proves you wouldn't want to give them what they want.

Your death has given you a sort of legendary, iconic status. This idea would have disgusted you.

A lot of people think your use of the Neil Young line "its better to burn out than fade away..." In your "suicide" note is a dead giveaway that you were implying 'death'.

Even Neil Young's dumb ass was especially heartbroken over the reference.

But anyone with half a mind would realize that to 'burn out' could refer to being hot as fire in your career, and then just... Disappearing without a trace -- hence the metaphor of going from a lit candle to blown out.

Versus "fading away"... Where you just basically wear out your welcome. A common problem with bands nowadays. Where they keep putting out shit album after shit album until finally even the real fans stop buying them and the band eventually justs fades into obscurity.

Its obvious you didn't want that.

The ones who knew your plans regarding making music with Michael Stipe knew you didn't plan on going anywhere -- but in a different direction.

You had a heart. A soul. and you didn't burn out or fade away.

You were taken away.

Peace... Love... Empathy,

Justice Seeker.

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