naslov nije potreban..I guess..
pokušavam se se sjetiti neke dobre teme,ali nish mi ne pada na pamet,pa...
evo-Kurtovo pismo
znam da svi kurtovi fanovi već ovo znaju,al...
To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton 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 first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and 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 back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. 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. It 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 enthusiasms 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 a 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 to 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'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 that 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 than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
ja sam već pročitala kurtove dnevnike i shvatila sam da je kurt bio tolko iskompleksiran tip da je pisao takve gluposti..srao je po svakom,ali bio je jako talentiran pjevač..
ja žalim što se ubio i on je moj idol,ali ne i uzor..mislio je da će svima biti bolje bez njega ali bio je u krivu..
neki dan sam razmišljala kak bi se ja ubila-nikad se nebi u glavu upucala jer me niti starci nebi prepoznali,a i di bi nabavila pištolj??,nemrem se bacit s krova jer tu di ja živim nema visokih zgrada,nebi se bacila pod vlak jer bi me onda pobirali s žličicom a ne želim ljudima zadavat još više muke sa mnom..
prerezala bi si žile ili se objesila(ak bi mogla nabaviti dretu..)..
ali nisam suicidalna osoba pa niti ne pomišljam na samoubojstvo....
hehe..
citiram kurta-
IT`S BETTER TO BURN OUT THAN TO FADE AWAY!
pozz,...
WHO THE FUCK IS BRITNEY SPEARS??
Hey..uf kak ja mrzim kad neznam kaj napisat...
pisat ću.....NEŠTO!
NO ajde...
Mene nitko na razumije,osim jedne osobe kojoj dugujem PUNO,PUNO...
DA JE MALO IZREKLAMIRAM-njezin blog-dodach...
Da nije bilo nje ja bi sad slušala narodnjake,ona me uvela u svijet ROCKA,PUNKA I METALA..
Imam puno za zahvaliti i mojoj drugoj frendici-neću je imenovati...
Ona je upravo pokraj mene..ostavljajte komentare!!!please...
ja se tu mučim,a nitko ne ostavlja komentare..
možda je to moja krivnja jer ne ostavljam komentare drugima pa neznaju niti da moj blog postoji...popravit ću to...al mi nesht shteka pa ne tako uskoro...
WE WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU KURT!
POZZZZ....
chrushed heart on a windshield of life!!!thats my heart...
kao što naslov govori moje je srce u komadićima na vjetrobranu života...
just kiding..
NEMA VIŠE ZEZANCIJE!
tu sam s frendicom koja uporno proklinje jednog kretena..pozdrav DONI!!
ja nemrem vjerovat da nikad ama baš nikad nemam inspiracije za post..
ma,evo vam par slikica..
AJDE...BYE.,
BLOODY DEAD IS COMING!!
HEY...moj blog,slatki mali krvavi blog..
zovite me Bloody..ja sam utjelovljenje vaše najgore noćne more...buuuuuu....
ovako-odmah upozoravam da se po mom blogu nesmije srat i obavljat ostale vrste nužde..ok?
s Bloody se ne igra..hehe....
this is all for today,satan says hello...