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...


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

FYI: GOD IS GAY


FOR ANY OF YOU WHO CAUGHT  THAT LAST POST WITH THE PICTURE OF FRANCES AND KURT, HE WAS IN NO WAY IN ON THAT COMPILATION, and that PHOTOGRAPH WAS NOT TAKEN UNDER THOSE PRETENSES.

FRANCES:

IF YOU'RE READING THIS, and you are involved with that shit, manipulating those photographs of you next to him like that, YOU'RE DEAD.

It takes a lot to be handed a FORTUNE that you didn't earn or wasn't AUTHORIZED, and come up with a couple of "model" shots that don't portray what you actually look like in real life, here's the front shot of that profile shot next to Kurt...

(I'll post that later, my connection is really bad)

And if you're reading this and you're not involved with that shit, you're still DEAD.

Just because you think you're "parents" we're "married" during that "abomination" that was YOU, does NOT mean you are not a BASTARD CHILD.

And to COURTNEY:

I know you know ALL KINDS OF SHIT, about ME AND this relationship, not just from the ALBUMS and LYRICS but also from the MURDER that you induced, that I'm not quite so sure of how aware you are of Kurt's messages to me through his albums but I am 100% sure your relationship to him was vitally uncouth to a point where he wrote several references to his situation with you as something as close to entrapment with lyrical references such as "
"she walks over me
I shut my mouth with glue
I gotta use the rest for [ ]
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with glue
I gotta use the rest of [ ]"

(I shut my mouth with glue?? What did you have him changed to the radiator??)....

and

what, not in "your" Live Through This album

I HATE MYSELF AND WANT TO DIE

was the most emotionally poignant sign-off written by him that was a definitive reference to the fact that he knew there would never be a "someday" for US.

so EAT SHIT AND DIE.. your time is coming....


P.S.

Hey FAGGOT, if you are still really alive, and either 46 or forever 27, then go fuck yourself (never) or keep trying to email me:

jesuswasherefirst777@gmail.com


SIgned,

alias Shakespeare

(p.s) isn't the journal cute... not the website dummy, the actual journal picture


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