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

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

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