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

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