Kurt --

I love you.

Anyone know where I can GET some DOPE and a SHOTGUN??

the gugaplex


bible-thumping baptists
critical catholics
multi-racial fascists
copy-cat masses

aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye

prissy little princess in her perforated room
with your elemental existential confidential groom
all the supercalifragalisticexpiali crones
on their anal-tentive moth collected mary poppin's brooms

all you age-defiant all reliant counteractive drones
on your piggerific dickless biggot certifiable thrones
with your elemental crypt-essential money laundered homes
I'll see you in your sick and twisted parasitic mount ballistic tombs

aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye

all you squirmy germy counter-physic sick and twisted bones
on your radio-active prophylactic tumor-antic phones
with your tacky dressing whore infesting soul-defiant clones
I'll meet you in my iron-claded cronic-ladded apocalyptic zone


aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye

Usef Husef what's in a name?
Jackson Faction militants to blame?
when you're riding six white horses
and on little engine's train
if their bombing Pope's cathedral it's clinically insane


aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye

sick and twisted sick and twisted
supercalifragilisticexpiali crones
leave my suger-kiss-ed butterfly
wing-ed baby girl alone


aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye

WAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye


I'll meet you in my iron-claded cronic-ladded apocalyptic zone

I said


I'll meet you in my iron-claded cronic-ladded apocalyptic zone






aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye
aye aye aye aye aye

The "UNPLUGGED" OUTFIT GOES TO SCHOOL AND KURT GETS A BEATING:

SO A WHILE AGO I LISTED MY DEMANDS AND CONDITIONS FROM DAVE GEFFEN AND GEFFEN RECORDS REGARDING MY PAIN AND SUFFERING FOR LOSING KURT. I FORGOT A MINOR DETAIL SO HERE IS THE BIT AGAIN:

NIRVANA FRONTMAN'S TRUE WIDOW SUES DAVID GEFFEN AND GEFFEN RECORDS FOR THE LIFE OF MUSICAL GENIUS KURT COBAIN, 200 MILLION DOLLARS, THE NIRVANA CORPORATION, A PLATINUM RECORD FOR COBAIN'S IN UTERO, AN ARTIST OF THE CENTURY AWARD, A NATIONAL FUNERAL, A MUSEUM RESURRECTED IN HIS HONOR, A MURDER INVESTIGATION, THE ENTRY of COBAIN'S TERM "CONTRADICTIONARY" and PHRASE "CONTRADICTIONARY LIES" from the track Very Ape included in the current Merriem Webster Dictionary Catalogue... 

AND

 HIS MTV "UNPLUGGED" CLOTHING From An Evening With Nirvana ENCASED IN THE METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART, complete with the white beaded necklace he sported ever so casually.

AND HERE'S A MESSAGE TO KURT (NOT YOU):

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO SEND ME AN EMAIL or any form of ACTUAL contact information that pertains to being the ACTUAL person inside THIS BODY:

OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE AND HAVE YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE, CHARGED WITH IMPERSONATION and have you ARRESTED IN DIRECT CONNECTION TO HIS MURDER.

I have seen SEVERAL ADAPTED PICTURES ONLINE WITH LYRICS AND PHRASES THAT LOOK SO OBVIOUSLY LIKE YOUR DOING. IF YOU CAN DOCTOR PICTURES ONLINE, THAN YOU CAN EMAIL ME. SO EITHER QUIT POSING FOR FAKE PICTURES LIKE THIS, or email me promptly.

OR YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE YOURSELF EVER AGAIN.

WHY ON EARTH ARE YOU JUST COMMENTING CASUALLY TO ALL MY POSTS WHEN WE ARE STILL BREATHING ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH??

AND YOU ASSHOLES WHO ARE COMMENTING BEHIND HIM TO MY PRIVATE MESSAGES TO HIM, WITH TOPICS AS PERSONAL AS WHAT HE DOES WITH HIS DICK ARE GOING TO ALL DIE SLOW TORTURESS DEATHS.

THAT IS A FUCKING PROMISE.

BY THE WAY KURT:

KEEP THAT DICK IN YOUR FUCKING PANTS.

AND "KURT" --- IF YOU THINK THOSE ARTICLES FOR ROLLING STONE AND BILLBOARD ARE GOOD WHEN IT COMES TO TELLING A STORY... YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I"M CAPABLE OF WHEN IT COMES TO A PERSON OF YOUR BACKGROUND AND HISTORY AND PLACEMENT IN SOCIETY "FAKING"  A SUICIDE... Remember the hundred odd kids who copied the EXACT SCENARIO BASED ON THIS PICTURE???????

EMAIL

JESUSWASHEREFIRST777@GMAIL.COM

YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES IF THIS ISN"T YOU:

AND THIS IS OR WAS YOU :

 HERE'S YOUR TWO CHOICES;

SUICIDE. OR MURDER.


THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO SEND ME AN EMAIL or any form of ACTUAL contact information that pertains to you being the ACTUAL person inside THIS BODY:

AND IF YOU WERE NEVER INSIDE OF THIS BODY, AND IT DOES NOT BELONG TO KURT COBAIN... THAN YOU ARE NOT HIM.

YOU CANNOT EXPECT TO FAKE THIS

THEN DICK AROUND FOR TWENTY ODD YEARS THEN APPEAR ON THIS WEBSITE AND CASUALLY COMMENT ON MY RANTS THAT TOOK PLACE FOR FOUR ODD YEARS SINCE I FINALLY EMBRACED YOUR FATE, TWO OF WHICH I"VE BEEN WRITING THE MAYOR FRANTICALLY AND POSTING FLYERS IN SEATTLE -- BECAUSE YOU WERENT THERE.

YOU can't expect to just do all of that...

AND COME OUT ALIVE. Especially with that colorful little "suicide" note of yours...



I WILL TAKE YOUR NAME, SOCIAL SECURITY, AND DRIVER'S LICENSE NUMBER FROM YOU. YOU WILL NEVER BE KURT COBAIN AGAIN.

HOW DARE YOU TAKE AWAY MY HUSBAND --  THE DEAD GUY.

I WAS ECSTATIC WHEN I THOUGHT YOU STILL MAY BE ALIVE BUT IT"S NOW BEEN OVER TWO MONTHS SINCE I DISCOVERED IT... AND NO EMAIL!!

You've heard "the dead guy's always right?"  Right?

Kurt,

email: jesuswasherefirst777@gmail.com

MY HUSBAND WILL RISE AND THAN YOU'RE ALL FUCKED.

signed,

Shakespeare

THE CONTINUATION OF MY ROLLING STONE ARTICLE AND THE ONE I AM SUBMITTING TO BILLBOARD MAG....

The year was 1991... the most exciting thing going on in music was Color Me Bad. Michael Jackson's Thriller was number one on the Billboard Charts. Then out of nowhere a sweet, green musician from Aberdeen Washington by the name of Kurt Cobain releases his debut album Nevermind under his band named Nirvana for a girl he never knew and his hit Smells Like Teen Spirit makes history when it knocks Jackson's Thriller off of the number one spot holding for the longest consecutive weeks ever.

This is his story...

PHOTOS, LYRICS and MUSIC bring together LOVERS from a different TIME.

"And Nirvana was no more...."

(CONT'D)

Regardless of where Cobain stood with his band, Infy is pretty sure that Cobain's wife at the time, Love, caught wind that there was another woman on his mind when he went to file for divorce... and his record company was awaiting a signature for another four year contract and a few more albums with Nirvana, but Cobain's interest lied in exploring different music genres -- including solo work, so he refused.

The source of the contract which didn't sit too well with David Geffen and CO. the pressure was really on Cobain to stay involved, but with a lot on his mind and in his heart, he was ready to get out of the whole world that surrounded him. He had plans to record with R.E.M and head 'up and down the East Coast' to follow one of his 'favorite bands'.

Infy often wanders if this was to be his first attempt to locate her. Although she was still a minor at that time... she believes their starcrossed-lover story is a classic tale of being born at the wrong time. She believes Cobain was playing to her at the age of thirty-two in 2010 when she began studying his lyrics and pictures rather than him playing to her as the sixteen year old she was at the time to his twenty-six in '93.

Although Cobain's first hit, "Smells Like Teen Spirit" was a high school-style parody that he clearly sent out as a salutation to get her attention as she attended high school -- with the opening line: "She's overboard and self-assured" and the following line: "Oh no, I know a dirty word" was a reference to how young she was at the time. And the famous chorus: "Hello Hello Hello How-lo" was a jab at her for not taking notice.

And the ultra famous scream: "MY LIBIDO!" can all but be heard all the way across the country as he cries for the girl who becomes the woman he'll love until the end. But Infy says not to be too envious of their connection, that it was actually God's doing attaching their souls together in such an intense way that to be with another single individual intimately in any way would be wrong.

Another line made famous by the song "Lithium: "I'm so horny, that's okay my will is good..." Expresses Cobain's needs once again for her and only her. Staying on the topic of this hit song.. Infy says it worries her due to its context regarding hearing voices and 'finding God'. She first began hearing voices in her head at 32, one of them claimed to be Kurt, and another claimed to be God. At any rate, her and Cobain were told all kinds of stories by 'God', that if she were to commit suicide, she would be teleported to a different dimension where Cobain was still alive so they could be together.

Cobain sings with enthusiasm regarding finding his "friends" in his head, and how he's 'so excited'... 'to meet her there...'  and also that 'he's not scared' because he "lights his candles" cause he's "found God". This stuns Infy to a point where she is terrified that if Cobain's suicide was legitimate, she fears that he was duped into believing he would go directly to where she was, say 2012, once he pulled the trigger. She can imagine him being that romantic and needy of her presence, but she can't imagine him being that gullible.

Infy ruminates over the one incident in Rome where he overdosed on some pills and ended up in the hospital.  It makes her wander sometimes if he was just trying to see her... or if his heart really was just strictly broken. He states in one song off of Hole's Live Through This album, "You're hungry, but I'm STARVING"... proving that he was in even more need to be with her than she was to be with him. But in the end, she is 95% sure based on all Cobain's clues that he was murdered.

She has also feared, based on all the pictures where the need was apparent in his eyes and there for her to discover, she wanders if he thought she was actually grown and present in the early 90's rather than just a high school kid, and so when she never actually showed up at one of his shows -- he got tired of waiting and became more and more heart-broken, that he couldn't handle it any longer.

Can you imagine that?

Discovering you had a husband in a different time period that was waiting for you to return, and twenty years later, you find out that he blew his brains out from the waiting?? When I saw that picture in the window of        
Kurt's tennis shoe in that greenhouse, I knew I was connected... it broke my heart.

Things were suppose to be different for us. He created that band for me, but he never got to enjoy it because  
I wasn't there. I was suppose to be there... and because I wasn't... he just looked at it like a job. He would have been the happiest show-boating band leader out there if I were in that front row watching him. He was suppose to be much bigger... much more famous... and everyone would have known us as a couple -- there goes Kurt and Infy Cobain... I always wanted my little, blonde rock star. Well looks like I got him. He came to earth for me. It was like I invented him. Even his name Kurt Cobain I adore.  But it took me a while to fall for him because of the hypocritical part of him.

I always saw myself as the real Kurt Cobain. I fear our souls were switched at birth. And he knew about it too. My favorite lyric he wrote to me reads: "I love you for what I'm not, I do not want what I've got." He reduced his whole existence and worth to "a blanket acne'd with cigarette burns."

He never cared about that success. It didn't make him happy. Only love could. I just wish I could have been there to give him a hug and kiss. But now I'll never have that chance. 'God' says there is a portal in Griffith Park in L.A. A portal back to the past. I'd love to fall through that and find him. Give him that hug and kiss. I doubt that really exists... in the meantime I am still going to focus on suing Dave Geffen and Geffen Records for all my pain and suffering.

I love him for what I'm not... and he deserves more than what he got. He was, after all, the trailblazer for the 90's grunge movement. And for that, he rocks. Have you seen his performance during MTV's Live and Loud  that took place in '93? He had the power to create a historic mosh pit. When he hollers for all of the fans to come up on stage... the floor turns into a mountain of people diving and jumping. He was a real hero. A true rock star. I love him madly.

This is radio friendly unit shifter over and out.

*article written and contributed by Infy Cobain. Infy Cobain lives in Los Angeles and works as a screenwriter, singer and artist.

Hey, honey... if you're listening... I am in the middle of putting together an article for Billboard magazine and maybe Time too... so don't touch anything....  I love you.

I want to hear your voice so badly...

Kurt,

I changed things around and I think it looks more homey, I posted a photo of myself as well... I just recently finished watching your Live and Loud show and I just wanted to mention how beautiful you looked during that performance. It's my favorite... did you really just turn 46 without me or are you still dead? I am working on reading my comments but you can feel free to email me in the mean time. I love you.

SECOND DRAFT OF 7 SHADES OF RED

From America The Pharmacuetical



7 Shades of RED

ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah

mating rituals bleed rite through
vulgar hunger for me and you
spiral viral orbital food
my keeper and sleepers
a kaleidoscope crue

RED
YELLOW
INDIGO BLUE


ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah


black satin sheets dipped in
rosemary maroon
simple tastes little things lazy cartoons
anti-freeze with cianide
a melting pot saloon
an emptied hollow vacated room
tears in turpentine and stainless steel shrooms

hate hate hate for

you and you and you and you

and you and you and you and you

for you and you and you and you

you and you and you and you

HATE FOR ALL OF YOU

ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah

season's greetings a christmas tune
ornamental confiscated regulated doom
vox car
rock star
eye of the monsoon
death star
radar
an undeniable BOOM

ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah

strip bars onyx tars encased in brew
a barrel of jelly beans confiscated too
armadilla my guerilla in combat boots
lessons in possessions and spagetti stew


ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah

(soft, intense)

cigarette cartons lining the walls
heroin needles ten feet tall
black sex and white semen littering the halls
hotels with no smells
santa's chimney crawl
six feet anthem's creep curating drawl

ah a ah a ah a ah a ah ah a ah
a ah ah ah a ah ah ah
ah a ah ah a ah ah a ah

(LOUD, BOOMING)

HATE HATE HATE

for you and you and you and you

you and you and you and you

you and you and you and you

you and you and you and you

HATE FOR ALL OF YOU

an angel man-handled and packaged for fall
faggots maggots and dirty curtain calls
niggers and sinners gunned to the ground
a handful of grenades set fire in june
a see-saw in july made just for two

RAGE HATE PAIN
for all of you

RAGE HATE PAIN
through and through

RAGE HATE PAIN
for all of you

RAGE HATE PAIN
through and through

ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah
ah a ah a ah a ah

(low, a rumble)

/strident equals violence
and no means no
citric acid with molasses
and feminine blood flow
graffitied walls dipped
in alcoholic cotton balls
satiric sudafed
vicious ridd-a-reck
advanced blood cell
virus in embriodic red

(screamed!)

AH A AH A AH A AH
AH A AH A AH A AH
AH A AH A AH A AH
AH A AH A AH A AH

( a low, drum cadence)
(building)

action equals fashion and slow means go
cunts and runts in the gutters
counting crows
pigeons and midgets sucking israeli-jewish toes
symphatic methogen
emphatic hydrogen
cromatic estrogen
in a mercury-lace syringe

(a low bass rumble)


SYMBEOTIC CATATONIC MICROSCOPIC RAGE!

HALLOGONIC KRYPTATONIC METABOLIC HATE!

SYSTEMOTIC HELOTOPIC CATASTROPIC PAIN!

(explosive!)

RAGE!
HATE!
PAIN!

FOR ALL OF YOU!

RAGE!
HATE!
PAIN!

FOR ALL OF YOU!

RAGE!
HATE!
PAIN!

FOR ALL OF YOU!

RAGE!
HATE!
PAIN!

FOR ALL OF YOU!

KILLATRONIC
EMBIOTIC
BUETENONIC
RAGE!

FRICTEONIC
PLANETONIC
AMBIONIC
HATE!

WEBAFONIC
PATRIONIC
ENDIOCTIC
PAIN!


AH A AH A AH A AH
AH A AH A AH A AH
AH A AH A AH A AH
AH A AH A AH A AH


(screamed)

RAGE HATE PAIN!

RAGE HATE PAIN!

RAGE HATE PAIN!


AH A AH A AH A AH


NO APOLOGIESSSSS!


AH A AH A AH A AH


NO APOLOGIESSSSS


AH A AH A AH A AH


NO APOLOGIESSSSS


AH A AH A AH A AH


NO APOLOGIESSSSS


WAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!


NO APOLOGIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(silence)

(a whisper)
no apologies

A WORD TO THE WISE AND NEW FILM SCRIPT IN THE WORKS --

A NOTE TO ALL OF YOU and the PREMISE of the new project THE SUICIDE SOULS:

DO NOT TALK TO KURT ON HERE. DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT HIM FOR ONE SECOND. DO NOT COMMENT ON MY PERSONAL POSTS TO HIM. Take a cue from one scenario.. and one scenerio only. GO WATCH Live and Loud from 93, and take note of the CLAP Kurt throws in at the end after the set is systematically destroyed. That CLAP is my favorite side of him and defines my attitude by only a percentage.

ANOTHER MESSAGE TO YOU, honey:

I am living on the street ... my life has been destroyed again and again by these insane voices claiming to be you.. and the lack of you being here. I've lost three laptops because of it. Dave Geffen is hard to find now because he is retired, so I am having a hard time threatening him for the money. I am working on the Rolling Stone thing and gaining money for the story and the cover photo but until them I am extremely destitute.

Below is another film project I have in the works that I would love to produce with you. Check it out it's our own personal story....   bew.



THE SUICIDE SOULS


Predestined to DIE
Too ashamed to LIVE


Six individuals. Six dreams. Six lives. Six deaths.


The ROCK STAR who never amounted to SHIT.
The HIGH SCHOOL KID who never amounted to a ROCK STAR.

The INVESTMENT BANKER who just wanted to be a JANITOR.

The HYPOCHONDRIAC afraid of CANCER but not DEATH.

The JANITOR who never amounted to an INVESTMENT BANKER.

and

The LUNATIC. Taking other lives was EASY. Taking his own was out of his CONTROL.


Where do you run when your soul is already marked for DEATH before you are even BORN...

Rolling Stone article I am working on --

Kurt,

I am putting together this cover story for Rolling Stone magazine with the title "The Girl Behind Nirvana"... it's a beautiful notion to have the band revolved around.... below is the caption and part of the article including what I am suing for....I'd love you to be a part of it. I still haven't been able to read any of your comments... I need you. I'd love to get you a picture, I don't know how much you know of my appearance. Please email me xoxo

The woman behind Kurt Cobain's heart finally SPEAKS OUT.

NIRVANA FRONTMAN'S TRUE WIDOW SUES DAVID GEFFEN AND GEFFEN RECORDS FOR THE LIFE OF MUSICAL GENIUS KURT COBAIN, 200 MILLION DOLLARS, THE NIRVANA CORPORATION, A PLATINUM RECORD FOR COBAIN'S IN UTERO, AN ARTIST OF THE CENTURY AWARD, A NATIONAL FUNERAL, A MUSEUM RESURRECTED IN HIS HONOR, A MURDER INVESTIGATION and get this... THE ENTRY of COBAIN'S TERM "CONTRADICTIONARY" and PHRASE "CONTRADICTIONARY LIES" from the track Very Ape included in the current Merriem Webster Dictionary Catolgue...

Here is a story that is in urgent need of coverage. Please contact the source, Infy Cobain at this email address AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. She is the actual widow of the Late Kurt Cobain who is the topic of inspiration behind such hit songs of Nirvana's dating back as early as 91, and is mentioned in such hits as Smells Like Teen Spirit and Lithium and is even depicted as a small blonde haired, blue eyed girl in the band's Heart-Shaped Box video while a zealous Cobain screams directly into the camera and into the eyes of his actual wife from across the miles...

The story is a love sonnet that rivals Romeo and Juliet.... the young, wholesome boy from a small town on the West Coast called Aberdeen Washington forms a rock band just to attract the attention of a young girl, eleven years his junior, on opposite coasts. He sky rockets to fame with the Nirvana name and then proceeds to take picture after picture with utter adoration staring up at the camera with his eyes full of love and need just for her -- a soft-spoken sixteen year old high school girl from a small town on the East Coast aspiring to be an actress in Hollywood who would rather be playing her clarinet in the high school orchestra and listening to film and cinema scores rather than attending a rock concert during the height of the rock/alternative era starring a full-fledged rock star going by the name of none other, than an astonishing Kurt Cobain.

Fast forward to a few years later and the pictures became less touchy feeling adorable gems of affection and yearning and more plot point sagas and drama straight out of a Hollywood movie like Momento where the clues and meaning are the difference between life and death. Suicide and murder.

Twenty years later, the high school girl is now a grown woman and more Cobain's wife and widow then just a stranger in love trying desperately to pick apart the pieces of the puzzle through photographs and tons of lyrics that the brilliant Cobain left to her disposal in his final two albums; Nirvana's In Utero and Hole's appropriately labeled album Live ThroughThis featuring such honest and point blank love lines in between typical lyrical banter that cry out as an SOS message:" If you live through this with me I swear that I will die for you" and the line "hold you close as if we both died, my ever pressing suicide... oh tear my heart out tear my heart out" are used as Cobain's only last restitution to his feelings and a last resort as a way of informing the woman he loves,, who now refers to herself as Infy Cobain, of the untimely plot and seedy quest of several individuals close to his personal life who had every intention of twisting a typical expectant suicide for the angsty and moody Cobain into a desparate murder ploy filled with greed brought on by the likes of a woman who his true wife refers to as only the "floosy" he happened to get pregnant at the time, Courtney Love.

Cobain was more than astonished to discover that his poignant and thought-out retirement letter directed to his legions of fans that also mentions his true "goddess of a wife" Infy who "also sweats ambition and empathy" for those individuals who took their lives in the same fashion as Cobain's "suicide" in direct response to the tragedy of losing their fallen hero....

The singer and guitar hero of so many lives was then left with nothing more than the failed to fail measure of self-worth that went completely out the window when the realization that the one girl he did it all for still didn't even know his name. So in backing his original theory, the grunge guru was left with nothing more than this simple thought: "WELL, THAT DIDN'T WORK" and Nirvana was no more...