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...


Saturday, July 30, 2011

Knowledge is Power.

Dear Kurt,

My love, you told me the truth today. And with a twin sneer, we shared a perfect moment. I finally see the world through your eyes.

Finally.

The only eyes I ever wish to be associated with. You gave me River's nose and a constant obsession with the Peace sign he yearns for.

On our walk to 7-11, we listened to one of our favorites, AVA of course, Lifeline. Your words and melody rings truer than ever. As we will one day finally meet with our "careful and urgent stares" and we will finally be One.

The truth hurts.

TRUTH.

Thousands of Beautiful Souls die from self-induced lung cancer every year. Their reward?

Eternity with their Lovers.

Peace Love Empathy


You poor, Bleak Ones.


P.S Bono is God.
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