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okay: updates for everyone.
kurt donald cobain was born on the twentieth of february nineteen sixty-seven in hoquaim, a small town one hundred forty kilometers south-west of seattle. his mother was a cocktail waitress and his father was an auto mechanic. cobain soon moved to nearby aberdeen, a depressed and dying logging town.
we al know what went on in aberdeen, and after that. and then, the end. an untimely, unjustified end brought on, some say by drugs, others say by a murderous wife, and the sill less-knowing say by depression and distaste for life. only one person know for sure, and she sure as hell isn't going to let that information loose.
kurt cobain, or kurdt kobain, will live in our hearts forever. part of him would never have wanted it this way: millions of adoring fans, remembering each april, laying out candles and flowers. racking their brains for tidbits of him, but another part, kurdt the rock star was only looking forward to it. we love both parts dearly. rest in peace. i only wish it could have been better.
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