Nirvana's Palace - Kurt's Sucide Note

Kurt Donald Cobain was born on February 20, 1967, in Hoquiam near Aberdeen, Washington. When he was six months old he and his parents moved to Aberdeen.

"I think punk-rock should mean freedom. Liking, accepting everything that you like, playing whatever you want, as sloppy as you want, as long as it's good and it has passion."

"I don't like to make things to obvious because if it is to obvious it gets really stale... We don't mean to be really cryptic or mysterious but I just think that lyrics that are different and kinda weird and spacy paint a nice picture. It's just the way I like art."

Four weeks before Kurt committed suicide, he attempted suicide in in Italy which then left him in a short coma. Kurt's body was discovered dead on April 8, 1994 by Gary Smith, an electrician. Heroin and valium were found in his blood. He was unrecognizable when found because of the use of a shotgun... He was IDed by fingerprints. He was only 27. Many believe that Courtney Love had either directly or indirectly killed him. There was evidence shown in the movie Kurt and Courtney , that Kurt did not die of a self-inflicted gun shot but what the evidence was, I don't know because I personally never saw and probably never will because I don't agree with people making money of his death. Whatever way he died, we all miss him and always will...

To Boddah, Pronounced
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complained. This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the Punk Rock 101 Courses over the years, it's proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to, as well as creating music, along with really my first introduction to the, shall we say ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has been writing something 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 in the way which it did for say Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish the love and admiration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any of you. It simply isn't fair to you, or to me. The worst crime can think of would be to pull people off by faking it, pretending as if I'm ha ving one 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as though 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 the narcisists who only appreciate things when they're alone. I'm too sensitive, I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm. But, what's sad is our child. On our last three tours, I've had a much better appreciation of all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music. But I still can't get out the frustration, the guilt, and the sympathy I have for everybody. There is good in all of us, and I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little sensitive unappreciative pisces Jesus man! why don't you just enjoy it? I dont know! I have a of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy, and a daughter who reminds me to much of what I use to be, full of love and joy, 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 cant stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self destructive, deathrocker I become. I 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, EMPATHY. Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you from the pit of my burning nauseas stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I'm too much of a neurotic moody person and I don't have the passion anymore, so remember, it's better to burnout, than 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 so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU.
I LOVE YOU!

Spring is here again, tender age in bloom, he knows not what it means,
sell the kids for food, we can have some more • The water is so yellow,
I'm a healthy student, you're my vitamins • Take your time, hurry up,
the choice is yours, don't be late • And just maybe I'm to blame
for all I've heard but I'm not sure, I'm so excited I can't wait
to meet you there but I don't care • I don't care if it's old,
I don't mind if I don't have a mind, get away from your home •
Have to have poison skin, give an inch take a smile •
Never met a wise man, if so it's a woman, gotta find a way to find a way,
I had better wait • One more special message to go, as defense
I'm neutered and spayed, what the hell am I trying to say? I got so high
that I scratched till I bled • The second coming came in last
and out of the closet • At the end of the rainbow and your rope •
Don't hurt yourself, I want some help to help myself, she's just as bored
as me • I've got this friend you see, who makes me feel, I don't regret
a thing • And the animals I've trapped have all become my pets •
Our little group has always been and always will until the end,
with the lights out it's less dangerous, here we are now, entertain us,
I feel stupid and contagious, here we are now entertain us, a mulatto,
an albino, a mosquito, my libido, yay, yay, a denial, I'm worse at what I
do best and for this gift I feel blessed, I found it hard, it was hard to
find, oh well, whatever, nevermind •