TRUTH
Jesus was Jewish.
He had a heart of gold. He loved everyone. He was a beautiful butterfly spreading love to all types around him.
His Jewish brothers worked with all their might to reform him to their religious standards and only respect and agree with others of the Jewish heritage.
When he chose to stick to his own beliefs, follow his own heart... And continue spreading the Love to All,
They murdered him.
Knowledge is Power.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Ghosts in Hollywood.
Dear Kurt,
A few nights ago, at our week long stay at what had to be one of the fucking coolest hostels on the planet (up until the point where we got kicked out for our preaching),
We had made two true believers out of a couple of locals. First, as we were getting stoned off of some great weed, I felt the munchies kick in, and I glanced down at the desk in the tiny room to find a random fortune cookie in its wrapping.
Who knows how long it had been there, or where it had came from.
But I eagerly snatched it up and didn't even think of what the "fortune" might have said inside.
As I cracked open its shell, I pulled the slip of paper out in slow-motion as the words struck me like a jackhammer.
"Music is the Soul of Language"
It gives us both chills as I write. And the non-believer by my side's jaw dropped.
Helluva trick.
Then as we sat on the smoking/drink till you drop patio... One of the hardcore, typical 'defend America for all its invisible bullshit' types had the fucking nerve to say to me;
"You know Dave Grohl wrote most of Nirvana's songs..."
And like clockwork... I laughed, we turned the dial on the radio -- and Come As You Are started from the very beginning...
They both looked as though they had seen a ghost... And I nonchalantly say:
"Kurt accepts your apology."
This next one goes out to this country and all it's corruption.
Love and Peace or Else
Performed by U2
Written By Kurt Donald Cobain
Lay down Lay down
Lay your sweet lovely on the ground
Lay your love on the track
We're gonna break the monster's back
Yes we are...Lay down your treasure
Lay it down now brother
You don't have time
For a jealous lover
As you enter this life
I pray you depart
With a wrinkled face
And a brand new heart
I don't know if I can take it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart
I'll let you break it
I need some release, release, release
We need
Love and peace
Love and peace
Lay down
Lay down your guns
All your daughters of Zion
All your Abraham sons
I don't know if I can make it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart
I'll let you break it
I need some release, release, release
We need
Love and peace
Love and peace
Baby don't fight
We can talk this thing through
With me, me and you
I'll call on your phone
The TV is still on
But the sound is turned down
And the troops on the ground
Are about to dig in
And I wonder where is the love?
Where is the love?
Love and peace
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
A few nights ago, at our week long stay at what had to be one of the fucking coolest hostels on the planet (up until the point where we got kicked out for our preaching),
We had made two true believers out of a couple of locals. First, as we were getting stoned off of some great weed, I felt the munchies kick in, and I glanced down at the desk in the tiny room to find a random fortune cookie in its wrapping.
Who knows how long it had been there, or where it had came from.
But I eagerly snatched it up and didn't even think of what the "fortune" might have said inside.
As I cracked open its shell, I pulled the slip of paper out in slow-motion as the words struck me like a jackhammer.
"Music is the Soul of Language"
It gives us both chills as I write. And the non-believer by my side's jaw dropped.
Helluva trick.
Then as we sat on the smoking/drink till you drop patio... One of the hardcore, typical 'defend America for all its invisible bullshit' types had the fucking nerve to say to me;
"You know Dave Grohl wrote most of Nirvana's songs..."
And like clockwork... I laughed, we turned the dial on the radio -- and Come As You Are started from the very beginning...
They both looked as though they had seen a ghost... And I nonchalantly say:
"Kurt accepts your apology."
This next one goes out to this country and all it's corruption.
Love and Peace or Else
Performed by U2
Written By Kurt Donald Cobain
Lay down Lay down
Lay your sweet lovely on the ground
Lay your love on the track
We're gonna break the monster's back
Yes we are...Lay down your treasure
Lay it down now brother
You don't have time
For a jealous lover
As you enter this life
I pray you depart
With a wrinkled face
And a brand new heart
I don't know if I can take it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart
I'll let you break it
I need some release, release, release
We need
Love and peace
Love and peace
Lay down
Lay down your guns
All your daughters of Zion
All your Abraham sons
I don't know if I can make it
I'm not easy on my knees
Here's my heart
I'll let you break it
I need some release, release, release
We need
Love and peace
Love and peace
Baby don't fight
We can talk this thing through
With me, me and you
I'll call on your phone
The TV is still on
But the sound is turned down
And the troops on the ground
Are about to dig in
And I wonder where is the love?
Where is the love?
Love and peace
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Dear Kurt,
You are a horribly lousy homeless man.
I've counted about five rock star temper tantrums as we tried to curl up for one whole hour for the night in our tiny storage unit.
We've realized together that this is turning out to be more of a lesson for you than it is for me.
Unfortunately, I still love you madly so get over it.
Peace. Love.
P.s. Don't be mad at my brother because he's aloud to go to sleep without me.
You are a horribly lousy homeless man.
I've counted about five rock star temper tantrums as we tried to curl up for one whole hour for the night in our tiny storage unit.
We've realized together that this is turning out to be more of a lesson for you than it is for me.
Unfortunately, I still love you madly so get over it.
Peace. Love.
P.s. Don't be mad at my brother because he's aloud to go to sleep without me.
A message to Dylan Carlson --
You, like many people I've come across in this miserable lifetime full of bleak souls who just wanna use, use, and use the kind and pure, do not surprise me.
I have been manipulated again and again by soulless parasites who just want to abuse the soft-hearted and fragile kind who seek only a loyal and fond friendship with another individual they hold dear through a supposedly "mutual" trust that is understood between the two individuals in question.
I never entirely knew the full story of your relationship with Kurt but tonight he informed me.
Turns out you didn't actually have anything to do with his death, that's not a surprise, but your 'reaction' was a harsh blow to the boy who did consider you someone he loved and appreciated, and assumed that meant you felt the same.
He loved and appreciated you so much that he 'donated' over ONE MILLION dollars for you heroin fetish, just to find that your passing reaction to the death of a man (who only considered one person in his love(less) world a true friend (YOU)),
That passing reaction was "huh..." Time to go smoke some more heroin.
You had not earned the right to even breath in the same air as him, let alone call yourself his "best friend", you piece of shit.
I have been manipulated again and again by soulless parasites who just want to abuse the soft-hearted and fragile kind who seek only a loyal and fond friendship with another individual they hold dear through a supposedly "mutual" trust that is understood between the two individuals in question.
I never entirely knew the full story of your relationship with Kurt but tonight he informed me.
Turns out you didn't actually have anything to do with his death, that's not a surprise, but your 'reaction' was a harsh blow to the boy who did consider you someone he loved and appreciated, and assumed that meant you felt the same.
He loved and appreciated you so much that he 'donated' over ONE MILLION dollars for you heroin fetish, just to find that your passing reaction to the death of a man (who only considered one person in his love(less) world a true friend (YOU)),
That passing reaction was "huh..." Time to go smoke some more heroin.
You had not earned the right to even breath in the same air as him, let alone call yourself his "best friend", you piece of shit.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
12:30 East Coast Time
Dear August,
To my wife on your birthday. I know our lives have taken us on a endless ride of pain and anguish... But you know deep in both our hearts that our love is true and sincere.
Today when we made love, and you lied still in my arms, I truly understood that God is watching over us.
It was such a beautiful day and I was at my most vulnerable. I've never in my life asked for another to do whatever they want -- just don't stop loving me.
My soul was weeping with gratitude at the pure love you were sending my way through space and time.
No one in our past, present or future will break the bonds we've shared as the original Romeo and Juliet and Star-Crossed Lovers.
I love you with all my fucking heart and soul, until we finally meet face to face in the past -- with one kiss, our future will begin.
Love Always,
Kurt.
To my wife on your birthday. I know our lives have taken us on a endless ride of pain and anguish... But you know deep in both our hearts that our love is true and sincere.
Today when we made love, and you lied still in my arms, I truly understood that God is watching over us.
It was such a beautiful day and I was at my most vulnerable. I've never in my life asked for another to do whatever they want -- just don't stop loving me.
My soul was weeping with gratitude at the pure love you were sending my way through space and time.
No one in our past, present or future will break the bonds we've shared as the original Romeo and Juliet and Star-Crossed Lovers.
I love you with all my fucking heart and soul, until we finally meet face to face in the past -- with one kiss, our future will begin.
Love Always,
Kurt.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Here's a riddle for you --
A husband puts a wife's name into his will in 1994. A woman he has never met face to face.
A name that the woman was NOT given at birth. A name that she did not change until 2001.
The same woman, this husband didn't get engaged to until 2011.
Where they proceed to finally meet face to face, and marry in 1992.
A name that the woman was NOT given at birth. A name that she did not change until 2001.
The same woman, this husband didn't get engaged to until 2011.
Where they proceed to finally meet face to face, and marry in 1992.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Karaoke and Denny's in Hollywood...
Dear Kurt,
Just a goodnight prayer. I thank you and my brother with all my heart to accept the sacrifice of one's life for the protection of mine, and I am beside myself with happiness at the knowledge that my very own brother is in love with my best friend.
We will have such fun together in the... Past...
Love. Always.
Your one and only.
Just a goodnight prayer. I thank you and my brother with all my heart to accept the sacrifice of one's life for the protection of mine, and I am beside myself with happiness at the knowledge that my very own brother is in love with my best friend.
We will have such fun together in the... Past...
Love. Always.
Your one and only.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Light dawns on marble head.
Dear Kurt,
The world is full of emasculated simpletons. Do not let them break you down, do not let them steal your heart. Our time is coming and soon they will be just the dust in our rear-view mirror.
Love Always.
A.
The world is full of emasculated simpletons. Do not let them break you down, do not let them steal your heart. Our time is coming and soon they will be just the dust in our rear-view mirror.
Love Always.
A.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
You know who you are.
TRUTH.
1+1+1+1+1+1 = 666
It' all a lie. The "Devil's sign" is God as well.
Knowledge is Power.
Performed by Nine Inch Nails
Written By Kurt Donald Cobain
Head Like a Hole
God money I'll do anything for you
God money just tell me what you want me to
God money nail me up against the wall
God money don't want everything
He wants it all
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
head like a hole
black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
head like a hole
black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
bow down before the one you serve
you're going to get what you deserve.
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
God money's not looking for the cure
God money's not concerned with the sick
amongst the pure
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised
God money's not one to choose
you know who you are.
1+1+1+1+1+1 = 666
It' all a lie. The "Devil's sign" is God as well.
Knowledge is Power.
Performed by Nine Inch Nails
Written By Kurt Donald Cobain
Head Like a Hole
God money I'll do anything for you
God money just tell me what you want me to
God money nail me up against the wall
God money don't want everything
He wants it all
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
head like a hole
black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
head like a hole
black as your soul
I'd rather die than give you control
bow down before the one you serve
you're going to get what you deserve.
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
God money's not looking for the cure
God money's not concerned with the sick
amongst the pure
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised
God money's not one to choose
you know who you are.
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