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

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

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