Κυριακή 20 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009
Τετάρτη 16 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009
Δευτέρα 14 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009
Epistolary
5.4.2004
21st,
Kurtland str,
Seattle
It was like today, a sunny April morning 10 years ago when the incident happened. Since then you went on to marry again and have a baby. I had to be in the shadows,never to be seen again because I was preserved as dead, they said I killed myself but we both know that's not the truth. My love for you was my driving point, until i finally snapped. I couldn't take it anymore, you made your life again and I had to be hidden, away from any human being. Its all going to be over soon for the both of us though. I have your baby and the pain and suffering for the both of us will end soon.
Kurt Kobainy
21,
Nirvana str,
San Fransisco
5.4.2004
21st,
Nirvana str,
San Fransisco
You are a sick person. You aren't really him. His dead, he died. His love of drugs surpassed the one that he had for me. It was one of his loves that killed him but it wasn't me. Now you sick demented freak, where is my child?Where do you have my little baby, Heroin kept? Where is my little boy, ill give you anything!
Kourt Lovely
5.4.2004
21st,
Kurtland str,
Seattle
21st,
Kurtland str,
Seattle
Sick, demendented....those are words that could be used for the both of us. While your near my monument, mourning my death...How can you live that moment knowing that you killed me. On the other side I currently am holding young Heroin in my arms, about to end his life. I don't want your money, I don't want your compassion, I just want revenge and to quote our favourite band...See you in hell mah friend.
Kurt Kobainy
21st,
Nirvana str,
San Fransisco
Κυριακή 13 Σεπτεμβρίου 2009
A work of art, Chekov
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