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...


Sunday, July 28, 2013

Hey everyone if anyone is reading this... i almost got murdered by a random guy who i went home with and i feel sick. I don't know what to do. I need you so bad, Kurt. I hope you assholes have some compassion for this situation that me and him have dealt with our whole lives... literally being away from our spouses since birth. I'm so devastated. I'm working on getting some current photos of me up here. Hopefully from the photo shoot after the L.A. weekly interview. That's all I have to say. Courtney Love is going to rot in hell.

Thankfully still alive,
Rose
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