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...


Saturday, June 1, 2013

another song I'm working on...

Here is a spoof on Kurt's beautiful I Hate Myself and I want to die....




I hate myself and I wanna die
stick a needle in my eye

just like the taste of ma's old corn bread
stick a gun right to my head

they say it's greener on the other grass
stick a shotgun barrel right up my ass

like the chromatic crush of my membrane
the urge to free my mind drives me insane

suck my balls and lick my cock
the monkey's and bee gee's sure do rock

I said I hate myself and I wanna die
these straight arrow shells sure don't lie!




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