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 9, 2011

mac and cheese and t-shirts in L.A.

Dear Kurt,

I created a t-shirt today declaring the justice you so rightfully deserve.

It took me hours to fill in every little letter and syllabol. It probably took me longer to fill in the center of each than it took the murderers to end your precious life.

I came across a letter today that was written by your daughter at sixteen, and it is so spot on to the ways of the world and the pain I struggle with often... That this one simple letter gained more respect from me than her mother could ever hope to achieve in a lifetime.

Frances is definitely her "father's daughter", and for that you would be so utterly proud. She only spent two precious years in your company, but in her -- your heart and soul shine through.

I also came across another article regarding an interview you gave to a music magazine just month's before you were taken from us, and in this interview, it relays your evening activities after a concert in Atlanta.

Little baby Frances was scuttering about, containing huge, welcoming smile for everyone. And you, with a smile just as broad, held out a spoonful of mac and cheese for her to take into her little mouth while declaring:

"Don't expect me to talk about how damn hard it is, because I love every minute. This is the happiest I've ever been in my life!"

Yes. It was. And she took that from you. I love you madly for that. Below is your daughter's letter. Grammatical errors and all. Peace to you.

As written by Kurt Donald Cobain

"This is my open letter to Ali Lohan.Your not entitled to anything simply because your sister has a recognizable name. Your idea of fame isn't fame. It's infamy. You want to be famous? Work your ass off and make decisions that could potentially catapult your career into a lasting one. Notariety for who you are and notaritey for the work you produce are two completely differnt things. I understand that you have been brought up in an envirtoment where the idea of fame is easily achievable but, that's not an excuse. You lack the talent, social understanding and credibility to be anything other then infamous. Your careere choices, thus far, will transcend a future career as someone who attempted to be famous, but never quite achieved it. And if you do, it will be the formality of fame that puts you on the covers of tabloids, while the public idly watches you plumit into the murky abyss shared with the likes of Spencer Pratt & Jon Gosslin who, i'm sure, will steal your money whilst there. Fortunately for the world, there are people who have and don't have recognizable names, who have obtained artistic integrity and will one day, hopefully, bring that tangible artisticness into light again. Though, its hard to think thats achievable when people like You ali lohan are rendering the world of true talent by attempting to make your entitled ass noticed. How is this fair to the people who HAVE artistic integrity, or a mind? How is it fair to those who truly have something to offer the human race other then a dwindling last name and a few shitty films, both of which, solidified the idea that your just a celebrities sibling. I recognize that i might come across as harsh and no, i don't personally know you, but its the actions that you take, that speak for you. You blatently don't care how your recognized, its the objective to get famous and that is what makes you replaceable and a recycled idea .Well, im ashamed to have to be grouped into the same category of person as you. I would rather die a most painful death the be assoicated with the kind of careere your trying to make for your self. I hope i'm wrong because generally i'm not a very judgmental person, but in the case of you, that is MY entitlement."

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