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

So John Lennon walks into the Whiskey, and I say imagine that John.... imagine that.

Lennon writes a song about peace and human condition and gets gunned down by a human with no inner peace. Imagine that, John.

The southern Redneck takes Hollywood --

(thick southern drawl....)


"So I'm walkin' down the boulevard minding my own business, and day night dawn to light it is packed. I'm pushin' my way through and soon I bump into this guy in black who says his name is 'Darth Vader'. I think well, it's Hollywood. I've heard wackier names. I say, what, did ur father not like you or somethin'....And he replies in a low voice --

"I AM NOT YOUR FATHER".

And I say well I didn't ask you if you were my father or not... I asked you if your father liked you or not, now get the hell out of the way! I'm in a hurry! Then he pulls out this long red thing from his pocket, and I'm like what.... is that a dildo or something?? that's sick man... I don't have time for this.... move it...

Next thing I know... superman flies out of nowhere. And i'm like... hey man.... I thought you died?? oh wait... that's Christopher Reeves. Anyways, I don't mind superman that much, it's that bitch Lois Lane that really sticks in my craw...

Danglin' from a helicopter on a skyscraper... and here comes superman. Hangin' from an elevator with dynamite strapped to her chest.... here comes superman.... sinkin' in the earth, trapped in a car, dead...and superman not only finds her -- but he spins the whole earth around backwards for her... now that's loyalty.
Kind of ruins love for the rest of us...

Next thing I know spiderman weaves a web around me. And finally I'm like --- Don't ya'll actors have anything better to do with your time then dress up as super heroes for tips??..... Hollywood....

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