also ich hab grad keine zeit aba wenn ich wieder weniger gestreßt bin erklät ich den für euch!!!! Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpletion 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 fist introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence an 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 an adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire an envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. 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 fucking 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 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 where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self destructive, death rocker that I've become. I have it good, very good, and I' 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 burn out then 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 so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
so gehts mir auch...was soll das überhaupt??hat das nen tieferen sinn maike??den film find ich klasse!!wollte den mal aufnehmen,aber es hat net geklappt!
is mir egal ob das einer liest oda net aba nur ma so das is von Kurt den ich sau verehre auch nur mal so also in dem film ist es so (ich kenn net mehr alle namen) dass sahra bei einer sehr guten ballet schule vortanzt und ihre mutter zu dem vortanzen kommen wollte.weil die mutter unbedingt kommen will fährt sie so schnell dass sie einen tötlichen autounfall hat und sahra merkt das irgendwie un versaut deshalb den tanz und wird nicht aufgenommen. weil ihre mutter ja jez tod ist was sehr schwer für sie is muss sie zu ihrem vater in ein armes schwarzenviertel ziehen und auf eine schule gehn wo fast nur schwarze sind.gleich am ersten tag fällt ihr ein typ auf -derek- der in ihren literaturkurs geht.zuerst findet sie ihn sau ätzend.sie freundet sich dann mit der schwester von derek an (ihren namen weiß ich net mehr) und dann passiert halt noch so en bisschen was was ich vergessen hab.jedenfalls kommen sie und derek sich näher und sie erzählt ihm von seiner mutter und dem vortanzen un so und er erzählt dass er ma in ner kriminellen bande war.jedenfalls weiß derek jez dass es ihr größter traum ist auf dieser schule aufgenommen zu werden un dann bringt er ihr das tanzen bei wie man es in seinem viertel macht und sie trainieren zusammen für die aufnahme oda so.dann streiten die sich irgndwie (weiß auch net mehr warum)und sie fährt allein und sauer zu dem vortanzen.doch irgendwie klappt gar nix und auf einmal als sie schon aufhören wollte kommt derek rein und sagt ihr dass sie es schaffen kann und muss. naja am ende sind se zusammen und sie auf der schule.is en sau schöner tanz und liebesfilm.....ihr müsst den einfach ma sehn... Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpletion 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 fist introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence an 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 an adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire an envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. 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 fucking 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 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 where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self destructive, death rocker that I've become. I have it good, very good, and I' 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 burn out then 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 so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!
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