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 about the ability to explain oneself with a toned down tune deaf tone. And I will say it: I am what they call the boy who is slow. how I metamorphosised from hyperactive to cement is for lark of a better knife to the throat uh, annoying, aggrevating, confusing as dense as cement. Cement holds no other minerals. You can't even find fools gold in it. It's strictly man made and youve taught me its 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.
Kurt
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those first words of the excerpt of the "love" note which was really a "hate" note are what Kurt had deep inside him for his true soulmate from a previous lif, not Courtney. But as you read on you can clearly see the words become what seems self hating, demeaning, those words are Courtney in his head psychically attacking him. Their's was not a love story. So what seems like loving words if you dissect the whole thing, as with many of Kurt's writings, you will see below the surface someone in the grips of someone else mind controlling his thoughts.
October 12, 2016 at 9:08 AM Delete
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