Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Nota Suicida de Kurt

To Boddah pronounced
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile camplainee. 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 exitement 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 the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love and 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. I must be one of 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 three 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, and 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 past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore and so remember, its 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. I Love you. I love you!

Friday, July 07, 2006

Chale

Bueno ya cree esta basofia ya depues vere que hago con ella.

En otros asuntos mi MSN ya paso a mejor vida, por lo menos en un ratote con el cojonudo error 80072efd. Puto error de mierda, me cago en la leche!
Estos dos ultimos dias he estado usando un web msn y esa mierda pero por lo menos sirve. Lo que me llevo a crear y usar este medio como distraccion aparte de mi myspace www.myspace.com/choryu_surfer xD.
Tambien estos dias ya mencionados varios de mis amigos se pusieron de "emos" (titulo otorgado al que se pone de sentimental, nenita, chillon etc.) y en especifico uno el cual no mencionare para que no se ofenda, que no lo creo posible, pero bueno. Desafortunadamente esto tambien me sucedio a mi el dia de ayer y aun peor la mas afectada por esto fue Velinushka a la cual le pido perdon por mi estado de deficiencia mental. Tambien a Carlos que me tuvo que soportar, a los dos gracias y perdon.
Bueno a lo que iba es que uno de esos amigos en estado gaymo le entro una onda medio loca del amor verdadero que existe.... que no existe.... no sabria decirlo, no quiero decirlo, solo puedo agregar que el amor es peor que las clases de Jimmy..... es una reverenda hinchada de bolas! y si es cierto que las hormonas apendejan.
Por cierto me bienen valiendo bledo los signos de ortografia y la ortografia en si. Si alguien llega a leer esto y nota faltas de ortografia descomunales NO ME IMPORTA!!! asi que no jodan.

Por su atencion Gracias. Visiten mi my space y posteeeeeeeeen xD ¬¬