From Kristiina_Wilson@csgi.com Sun May 9 12:18:45 1999 Date: Tue, 23 May 95 18:05:17 -5 From: Kristiina Wilson Newsgroups: alt.gothic Subject: "The Kurt Cobain Story" greetings and salutations, my friendlies. i'm sending this along since the cobain haikus and limericks were such a hit - i thought you might enjoy this as well. it's a story a friend of mine, one CG Boyd, wrote about said departed rock star - in the style of a Dr. Seuss book. it's not as good without the illustrations, but i'm sure you can conjure up some smashing pictures of your own. enjoy! kristiina oh, by the way, i'm sure CG would love to hear your comments, if you have any, so just post or email them and i'll pass them along.... +++++++++++++++++++++++++resident art wank+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ %%%%%%%%%% The Kurt Cobain Story a long time ago, in a place called seattle, (a long way away from the great butter battle) a boy named kurt was shlepping around with a schleppity weppity zeppity sound he schlepped over here... ..he schlepped over there.... ..he schlepped up a gimmick, and grew out his hair he said no more combs, and no more parter... i'm gonna' grow up, and be a teen martyr and grow and grow he did, he grew 7 hands.. he got all his friends and gathered a band their targets were teens, and bad magazines with the help of... the zing band booglety marketing machine it bonked and it clicked and it crowed and it hooed loud enough to wake old mr. mquood kurt said thanks mr. geffen, ive now got my charter im gonna grow up and be a teen martyr and grow grow he did, and go go he did, until he sold records to all the teen kids they played them in bed they played them in red they played them while standing on top of their heads and everybody was happy, except poor old kurt he was sick of the teens who he had made so happy when he looked around, he felt pretty vappy (and thats seatlian for meloncholy) so he went on home, and started to moan, because he had no teen angst left for the loan and he sat on a rug... and did lots of drugs... and snuffed out his life with a yim yuggety vug. the kids cried and they sighed and some even died... and everybody felt really bad until river phoenix kicked the bucket and then who gives a damn about kurt cobain.