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Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be deprived of their courage, infantile complainant. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the course Punk Rock 101 for all these years since my first introduction to a kind of ethics involved with independence and embracement of your community has proven to be right. For many years I have not felt the excitement of listening to or creating music, as well as from reading and writing. It is difficult to convey in words how I feel ashamed for all this.

For example, when we're backstage and the lights out and the manic roar of the crowd, it does not affect me as much as it did for Freddie Mercury, who seems to relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which I admire and envy. The fact is that I can not deceive you. None of you. It simply is not fair to you or me. The worst crime I think to fool people by pretending that I was gay at 100%.



Sometimes I think I would like to split the hours before going on stage. I've tried my best to appreciate it and I do it, God knows I do, but this is not enough. I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected many people. I guess I - one of those narcissists who appreciate something only when it goes… I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I had as a Reuben.

During our last three tours, I've become much more tsenitt all those whom I know personally and as fans of our music, but I still can not get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. In all of us have something good, and I think I simply love people. I love so much that it makes me damn sad, turning me into a sad, sensitive, not appreciating a good man, fish, Iisusika! Why do not you enjoy it? I do not know.

My wife is a goddess who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me of what I once was. Full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and none do her no harm. And it scares me so much that I almost can not do anything. I can not stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, auto-suicide-rocker like me.



I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but the seven years I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy to get along and have empathy. Sympathize! Only because I love people and feel sorry for them, so I think.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, stomach turned inside out for your letters and concern that I felt all these years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! In me there is no more passion, so remember: it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, Love, Empathy
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your altar.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!