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...


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The answers in a song...

I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never say a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt failed to fail

Pain...

You know you're right
I´m so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else Steaming, soon begins to melt[nothing else is right!!!!]Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself I will move away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it'll come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt so well

Pain..

You know you're right

Pain...



"Nothin' really bothers her
She just wants to love herself I will move away from here"


You knew. Didn't you Kurt? You knew she wasn't worth anything. That she only loved herself... You had many plans to leave. To just disappear. To start a new life, find a new love. A real love. Real and true. Because you were capable. Your heart and soul true and calm. If only...

I'm so sorry.

P.L.E.

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