“Living and dying
on the edge”
His wife read the
letter (his last words) on TV this morning between tears in front of some
hundred Seattle people. Sad.
Fearless Mr.
Jones were saved pal, and reminded of the meaning and importance of whatever
there ever was and will be. Why did you
try so hard to die when you chose to be so unlimited and so very valuable
indeed? Why was it the only thing you could do, or so it seemed, other than
being addicted to life, music and drugs?
I feel pain...
When you were a
beauty, a blond monstrous creature, an outlaw you were, and about to achieve it
all, the born cleverness and natural wisdom you had, why did you pass away so
silently still, let alone the bang, the shot, the irrecoverable hole, injured
hollow in your brains?
Just when you
were about to fly Kurt, just why?..
And if you say so
man, so be it.
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