Pixie Meat



sitting in a tree

zits are beauty marks

asking for it...

links

it's better to rise.....


I don't know what to say. I feel the same way you 
guys do. If you guys don't think... to sit in this
room where he played guitar and sang, and feel so 
honored to be near him, you're crazy... Anyway, he
left a note, it's more like a letter to the fucking 
editor. I don't know what happened. I mean it was 
gonna happen, but it could've happened when he was 40.  
He always said he was gonna outlive everybody and be 
a hundred and twenty. I'm not gonna read you all the 
note 'cause it's none of the rest of your fucking 
business. But some of it is to you. I don't really 
think it takes away his dignity to read this considering
that it's addressed to most of you. He's such an 
asshole. I want you all to say 'asshole' really loud.
"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 embracement
of your community, it's proven to be very true. 
"I haven't felt the excitment of listening to as well 
as creating music, along with really writing something, 
for too many years now. 

"I feel guilty beyond words about these things -- 
for example, when we're backstage and the light go 
out and the roar of the crowd begins, it doesn't 
affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, 
who seemed to love and relish the love and adoration 
of the crowd."

Well, Kurt, so fucking what -- then don't be a rock 
star you asshole.

"Which is something I totally admire and envy. The 
fact that I can't fool you, any one of you, it simply 
isn't fair to you or to me. The worst crime I could
think of would be to pull people off by faking it, 
pretending as if I'm having 100% fun"

Well Kurt, the worst crime I can think of is for you 
to just continue being a rock star when you fucking 
hate it, just fucking stop.

"Sometimes I feel as 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 effected and entertained
a lot of people. I must be one of those narcissists 
who only appreciate things when they're alone. 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 of all the people 
I know personally, and as fans of our music, but I still 
can't get out the frustration to gather the empathy I
have for everybody. There's good in all of us and I simply 
love people too much." 

So why didn't you just fucking stay? 

"So much that it makes me feel just too fucking sad. 
Sad little sensative unappreciative Pieces --" 

Jesus man oh shut up.. bastard
Why didn't you just enjoy it? I don't know. Then he goes on 
to say personal things to me that are none of your damn
business; personal things to Frances that are none of 
your damn business.

"I had a good marriage, and for that I'm grateful. But 
since the age of seven, I've become hateful toward all 
humans in general only because it seems so easy for 
people to get along that have empathy."

Empathy?

"Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess
Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach
for your letters and concern during the last years. I'm
pretty much of an erratic moody person and I don't have the
passion anymore. Peace, Love, Empathy, Kurt Cobain."

And there is some more personal things that is none of your
damn business. And just remember: this is all bullshit...
And I'm laying in our bed, and I'm really sorry. And I feel
the same way you do. I'm really sorry you guys. I don't know
what I could have done. I wish I'd been here. I wish I hadn't
listened to other people, but I did.

Every night I've been sleeping with his mother, and I wake
up in the morning and think it's him because his body's sort
of the same. 

I have to go now.

-- Courtney Love