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...


Thursday, October 27, 2011

noon again

noon again
did you take your little
orange pill?
psycotic episodes dwindling
no more
open your heart-shaped box
a serenade
of better times
agitation flourish me
to the tunes on the
radio
as another song
serenades me on your
life
email a line
to the next swindler
who will give us a free
ride
no more pills
in this heart-shaped box
to comfort this
swindler
did you get the letter
a common plea
to the voices
we're fond of
talk to me gracefully
issue solace
pay respect
to the carat of
residuals
playing on my radio
just a spinster
you swindler
ass numb
on dirty pavement
park bench tempting
good night's sleep
i read your journal entries
tempting as i write
footsteps eery
bored
solitude
confining
lipstick prints on
flannel sleeves
which hat should i choose
tonight, honey?
a marks man
without a sword
swallowed whole
tempting
no orange pill today
never again
leaf blower's torch
sing again
90's anthems
in the rain
espresso brewing
seattle grinds
grunge god searching for a rhyme
groove to your own rythm
mended with thyme
light a cigarette
fire up the match
shriveled acoustic
biding time
tune a casing
that's simple
i miss your face
imagery in my mind
open your heart-shaped box
fill me in
where have you been?
simpletons wearing me thin
i let you in
sacred words
another tune on the radio
wearing thin
let me in
you emasculated simpleton

effortlessly

the church bells give me
no comfort to the
mp3 player ringing in my
disillusioned ears
light a cigarette backwards
turn it around again
smoke heavy
breath in smog filled air
L.A sanctuary
a joint grazing my
callus lips
breath in again
freeing sounds
drifting through my
disillusioned ears
our songs play
cigarette burning
you wait patiently
as I write
come back to me
effortlessly
put cigarette out
on shirt sleeves made of
flannel
did you wash them today?
effortless
songs blaring
headphones of quality
like your second song
you write
effortlessly
tug of earphone wires
as espresso grazes my
willful lips
blasting a song of L.A likliness
punk and ska
woeful entrances
blasting
effortlessly

Sunday, October 16, 2011

oops

OKAY MOTHERFUCKERS I’VE ASKED YOU NICELY NOW I MEAN BUSINESS.

THIS MAN DESERVES JUSTICE.

IT HAS BEEN SEVENTEEN MOTHER FUCKING YEARS SINCE HIS MURDER.

AT THIS POINT THE SEATTLE POLICE DEPARTMENT IS THE PRIME SUSPECT.

IF THIS CASE IS NOT REOPENED THAN YOU ARE ALL HELD ACOUNTABLE.WHY DID THE SEATTLE POLICE DEPARTMENT WAIT 30 DAYS!!!!!!!

TO FINGERPRINT THE GUN????????????????????????????

WHY DID SARGEANT DIP SHIT SAY THAT A TINY LITTLE STOOL WAS BARRICADING TWO HEAVY GLASS DOORS FROM THE OPPOSITE FUCKING SIDES???????????

WHY DID THE SEATTLE POLICE DEPARTMENT DISCARD THE FACT THAT THERE WERE NO FUCKING FINGERPRINTS ON THE FOLLOWING ITEMS:

1- GUN.
2- PEN.
3- PAPER.
4- NEEDLE.
5- HEROIN BOX.
6- HEROIN.

DOOR…. DOORKNOB….WALL…FLOOR….. JACKET VICTIM WAS WEARING…
(YOU GET THE POINT DUMB ASSES)

He was WRITTEN OFF as SUICIDAL based on the TESTIMONY of ANOTHER individual.

An individual who ADMITTED again and again to rendering MISLEADING information.
(AND HAS SINCE ADMITTED TO THE ACT)

NOT TO MENTION ENDED UP IN JAIL FOR POSSESSION THE EXACT NIGHT THE BODY WAS DISCOVERED.

(BASED ON A 911 CALL SHE PLACED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! – ASSHOLES.)

THREE other deaths have preceded his in DIRECT connection.
1. FRIEND OF SUSPECT, WHO PASSED LIE DETECTOR DETERMINING HE WAS APPROACHED TO PERFORM MURDER ON EXACT VICTIM.

(RAN OVER BY A TRAIN)

2. POLICE OFFICER ANTHONY TERRY WHO CONCEALED EVIDENCE FROM OTHER OFFICERS, FRIEND OF PRIME SUSPECT.

(GUNNED DOWN WHILE HELPING STRANDED MOTORISTS)

3. MEDICAL EXAMINER NIKOLAS HARTHORNE WHO LIED TO AUTHORITIES ABOUT AMOUNT OF HEROIN IN VICTIMS SYSTEM.

(BASE-JUMPING ACCIDENT)

This man DID NOT write the last four lines of his “SUICIDE” note.

BUT PRIME SUSPECT SHOWED UP DAYS LATER WITH A HANDWRITING PRACTICE SHEET THAT WAS DISCARDED AS EVIDENCE

(COCKSUCKERS).

He no longer has a voice to debate between RIGHT vs. WRONG. GOOD vs. EVIL. SUICIDE vs. MURDER. But there are THOUSANDS out here who STILL care. We’ve SEEN the EVIDENCE. And he DESERVES justice.

RE-OPEN the KURT COBAIN case TODAY. (WE’LL WAIT)

Sunday, October 9, 2011

our younger selves.

Dear Kurt,

wow. We just spoke to ourselves through space and time and that was frightening. Well, it's comforting to know we will be okay and you will live on in a different stratosphere. I love you so much. I'm saddened that we've turned our blog into fodder for anyone willing to comment and call me a liar.

I love you so much. I already said that but it's true. No more proving to anyone what's right. Twins are very intuitive. And we are identical inside. It's true I received a lot of features from my other brother, but inside we match completely. Not to mention our eyes. Any way, back to basics with our blog.


peace.love.empathy