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...


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

p.s.

Kurt --

if this is you and you are trying to contact me through the comments then you better find a better way to reach me than that because I am not going near those mother fuckers again i'm not reading any of your jungle monkey bullshit.

I MADE A CORRECTION TO THE SONG BELOW: BROOMS instead of BROOM, typing error....

and also to 7 Shades of Red

at the end I meant AMBIONIC, not SEMISONIC,,, too much 90's music.

now eat shit and die.

Shakespeare
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