1. Open iTunes/Winamp/Media Player etc.
2. Put it on shuffle.
3. Press play.
4. For every question, type the song that's playing. Press 'next' after each question.
5. Don't lie

My Life: Phantom Lord - Metallica

Opening Credits: In My Darkest Hour - Megadeth

Waking up: Symphony Of Destruction - Megadeth

First Day at School: Fight Fire With Fire - Metallica

Falling In Love: Hell Aint A Bad Place To Be - AC/DC

Fight Song: Aesthetics Of Hate - Machine Head

Breaking Up: Damage Inc* - Metallica

Prom: Jihad - Slayer

Life: Fade To Black - Metallica

Mental Breakdown: The Shortest Straw - Metallica

Driving: Hanger 18 - Megadeth

Flashback: Aint Talkin Bout Love - Van Halen

Wedding: Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Birth of a child: Wholle Lotta Rosie - AC/DC

Final Battle: Breakin All The Rules - Ozzy Osbourne

Death Scene: Angel Of Death - Slayer

Funeral Song: Haunting Chapel - Slayer

End Credits: Last Caress / Green Hell - Metallica

1. Whats your Name?
2. Are we close?
3. What do you think of me?
4. Do you hav a crush on me?
5. Would u kiss me?
6. Describe me in 3 words?
7.If u Had Me for 30 Mins wat would you do?
8.What was ur first impression of me?
9. Do u still think the same?
10.. What reminds u of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do u know me?
13. What do u like best about me?
14. Ever wanted 2 tell me something u could'nt?
15. Could you ever love me?
16. Give me a nickname and explain why?
17.R u gona put this on ur blog and c wat i say bout u?
18.Anything 2 say b4 u go?

To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.

For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain

Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.