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, July 22, 2010

My God people are fuck nuts.


Dear Kurt,


There are so many idiots in the world that it astounds me. People are selfish, greedy, shallow jerks. It never ceases to amaze me how many people throw away a perfectly good friendship if they can't have sex.

In short. I hate everyone. The end.

Saturday I will be granted another chance to harrass a long standing harrassee (band) with my script. Wish me luck.

Words have failed me. Today sucked. Much bullshit. Peace out.



Justice Seeker.
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