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

Okay numb nuts .... what does this mean??


And I will awake
Your highness- I'm so high I cannot walk
And I will awake

so high? like poisoned with mega amounts of heroin??


You cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy

yeah she's crippling.... you take away my time, like on this album that I used as an SOS.... his peace and empathy... his two favorite things besides love. Mine.


No babies sleep on atrophy
Your unborn love and fetal's dree
My bitter [ ] legless caress


I'm gonna burn the witch. Tear my heart out tear my heart out.

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