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...


Friday, March 22, 2013

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...

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