I'm Kurt Cobain.
I had a good thing going before my wife killed me. Just joking... I shot myself. So I learned how to play guitar and write songs with the hopes of one day being recognized and appreciated only to realize when that day finally came I hated it. I loved humans but I hated people... I loved being a father but hated the idea of being there for my child as she grew up. I was responsible for the success of my band... the other two tried to write a song with me but it was annoying. I loved music but I hated what music has become... I was just one big miserable prick and wasted my talent on the hopes of becoming a legend. Now when I hover over the radio and hear my music come on it's stale and old sounding, I wish I would have stuck around to record 5 more albums... then, at least, the rotation of my music wouldn't get so boring. Anyway, I hated myself and I wanted to die... **** off.
-Kurdt
p.s. if you happen to run into Mr. Grohl, punch him for me.
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"It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile,
but it doesn't take any to just sit there with a dumb look on your face."
Last edited by Whatsitoosit; 08-27-2008 at 10:08 AM.
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