Smells Like Teen Spirit

Load up on guns and bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over bored and self assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift I feel blessed

Our little group [tribe] has always been

And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

And I forget just why I taste

Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it was hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

hello, hello, hello, how low?

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, a denial

Kurt

Home

About A Girl
  • Endless, Nameless--> Jenni
  • She has been the Dumb one for--> fifteen years.
  • The Negetive Creep has been in this world since Jan o5, o1988
  • Something In The Way while living in--> Michigan
  • In my Heart-Shaped Box -->
  • Stay Away -->

    Lithium

    I'm so happy
    Cause today I found my friends
    They're in my head

    I'm so ugly
    But that's ok, 'cause so are you
    We've broke our mirrors
    Sunday morning
    Is everyday for all I care
    And I'm not scared
    Light my candles
    In a daze 'cause I've found god

    Yeah he he yeah

    I'm so lonely and
    That's ok, I shaved my head
    And I'm not sad
    And just maybe
    I'm to blame for all I've heard
    And I'm not sure

    I'm so excited
    I can't wait to meet you there
    And I dont' care
    I'm so horny but
    That's ok, my will is good

    Yeah he he yeah

    I like it
    I'm not gonna crack
    I miss you
    I'm not coming back
    I love you
    I'm not gonna crack
    I killed you
    I'm not coming back
    I like it
    I'm not gonna crack
    I miss you
    I'm not coming back
    I love you
    I'm not gonna crack
    I killed you
    I'm not coming back

  • All Apologies

    Sorry, took awhile to get this up. I'll work faster in the future. It looks kinda bad but oh well.

    Smells Like Teen Spirit

    I'm fifteen, living in Michigan. I like to hang with my firends, talk, laugh, and go to movies and stuff when I have money.

    A layout I just made. Kurt Cobain. This box scrolls so you can put whatever you want in here. Most likey it will be for text or entries, but on your DD it can be for the entry list.


    Dead at 27


    something I threw together...


    the actual note

    It says:

    To Boddah

    Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpletion who obviously would rather be an emascluated, 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 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 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 believeme 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 dont 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 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 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!