fromm the journals of kurt cobain
courtney,
when i say i love you, i am not ashamed, nor will anyone ever ever come close to intimidating, persuading, etc me into thinking otherwise. i wear you on my sleeve. i spread you out wide open with the wing span of a peacock, yet all too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. I think its pathetic that the entire world looks upon a person with patience and a calm demeanor as the desired model citizen. Yet theres something to be said about the ability to explain oneself in a toned down, tune deaf tone. And i will say it. I am what they call the boy who is slow. how i metamorphorised from hyperactive to cement is for the lack of a better knife to the throat uh, annoying, aggravating, confusing, as dense as cement. cement holds no other minerals. you can't even find fools gold in it. its strictly man made and youve taught me it's ok to be a man and in the classic mans world I parade you around proudly like the ring on my finger which also holds no mineral.
love kurt
when i say i love you, i am not ashamed, nor will anyone ever ever come close to intimidating, persuading, etc me into thinking otherwise. i wear you on my sleeve. i spread you out wide open with the wing span of a peacock, yet all too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. I think its pathetic that the entire world looks upon a person with patience and a calm demeanor as the desired model citizen. Yet theres something to be said about the ability to explain oneself in a toned down, tune deaf tone. And i will say it. I am what they call the boy who is slow. how i metamorphorised from hyperactive to cement is for the lack of a better knife to the throat uh, annoying, aggravating, confusing, as dense as cement. cement holds no other minerals. you can't even find fools gold in it. its strictly man made and youve taught me it's ok to be a man and in the classic mans world I parade you around proudly like the ring on my finger which also holds no mineral.
love kurt