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...


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

My heart hurts.







Dear Kurt,

Nepotism makes my skin crawl. I despise anyone and anything who has achieved unwarranted success based on even the slightest connection to someone else. Why? Because it is U N F A I R. But then, if life was fair... you would still be with us and child molesters would all drop dead right? Yeah.

Maybe I am just destined to be without career, without relationships without... anything. Maybe that's just the way things are? Maybe some people were never meant to be loved.... appreciated... respected. Maybe I'm just a great big pile of shit, and once I accept that... life will be nice and dandy. Eh?


Fuck it all.


P.L.E.

JS
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