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...


Monday, June 3, 2013

an old message from pour dead River :-( haha, will someone please start a LETTERSTORIVER no one gives a rats ass about him but me, and well.. Kurt wins!

I don't remember if I posted this but I'm posting it again :

In River's big obnoxious drawl:

I hate ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS.

(wow, that's deep... go on lol)

You don't know shit about me.

I hate my "family".

You don't know shit about me.

(yeah that's you Heart the whore)

I hate vegan diets.

And drool over sausage.

(that's real deep)

I hate this goddamn day and anything that has to do with being away from L.A.

(me too goddamn it)

I hate the fucking viper room but am oddly drawn to it.

(me too brother, it's cuz you died there dummy)

I hate persian heroin.

(yeah, cuz it killed you)

And still you, John

(me too...)

I hate the years I havent' been able to hold my sister.

And I hate anyone who doesn't actually believe this is really me.

I love Kurt Cobain and consider him my brother, but hate
the fuckers who took him from my sister as well.

lot's more hate too much too list. So in her words,

eat shit and die.

RJP

RP and RP have left the building!

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