Originally posted by LuDaCrIs
Originally posted by Charlatan
heck Kurt Cobain even made a song called " I hate myself and I want to die"
Obviuosly u arent aware that kurt named the song as a joke....why would kurt wanna kill himself...he had a wonderful baby daughter, which he admitted
to being the most wonderful thing in his life....its also weird that there were no fingerprints on the shotgun when they found it. Courtney love is
the evil witch behind all of this not the CIA or watever else...
Actually you are wrong. Four sets of prints were found on the shotgun. They were most likely smeared when the shotgun was pried from Kurt's hand.
If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the
best hope I've got.” Kurt Cobain
Do you recall when Love called the cops and had them remove 3 handguns from the home? Told him he had to be a good daddy, and sent him to rehab? 36
hours later, boom and gone.
I think being unable to cope with being gay had a lot to do with it. But he was a mess. There is so much info out there about his mental state, from
him, that it's silly to think its anything but suicide.
And to the above. The doors were blocked with chairs from the inside.
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty
easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence
and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with
reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.
For example when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for
Freddy Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I
can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and
pretending as if I'm having 100% fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I
do, God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of
those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I
once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can't get
over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it
makes me feel too ____ing sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man! Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing
every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't
stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so
easy for people to get along and have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody,
baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burnout than to fade away.
Peace, Love, Empathy.
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar. Please keep going Courtney, for Frances. For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
[edit on 26-7-2010 by DrJay1975]