
Of course, Dylan was firming up plans with Eric both nights ‘on the other line’.
Classic Reblog – 16 years ago today.
Yes, the Ever-lasting contrast. Since existence has known, the 'fight' between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good. My fav. contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much – the battle between good & bad never ends… Here we ponder on the tragedy of Dylan Klebold.

Of course, Dylan was firming up plans with Eric both nights ‘on the other line’.
Classic Reblog – 16 years ago today.

Dylan’s Ode to Death Countdown
One day. one is the beginning? the end. hahaha
reversed, yet true. About 26.5 hours from now the
judgement will begin. Difficult, but not impossible,
necessary, nerveracking & fun.What fun is life without
a little death?It’s interesting, when im in my human
form, knowing im going to die. Everything
has a touch of triviality to it. like how
none of this calculus shit matters the way
it shouldn’t. the truth. In 26.4 hours i’ll
be dead, & in happiness. Oh little zombie
human fags will know their errors, & be
forever suffering & mournful. HAHAHA, of course
I will miss things. not really.26.4 hours = roughly 9:30-9:40 AM on April 19, 1999, when Dylan was in 3rd period calculus class (9:25-10:15 AM) per the day planner schedule (JC-001-026244). as burnandraveatcloseofday deduced here.
Classic Reblog redux – 16 years ago today..

Higher def couple close-up with Dylan’s deer-in-the-headlights expression and showing off the Dyl-stache. 😉
Saturday, April 17, 1999 – 16 years ago at the Columbine senior Prom at the Denver Design Center….
Cigarettes. A white stretch limo. A girl in a royal-blue prom dress and soft blonde curls. She’s holding his hand.
This was one of Dylan Klebold’s last nights.
Prom night for Columbine. Hardly the outsider, he was one of a dozen dressed-up kids who piled into a limo and dined at a ritzy LoDo restaurant. Then it was off to the dance at the Design Center on South Broadway in Denver.
Dylan wore a black tuxedo, a pink rosebud tucked into his lapel. His long wavy hair slicked back into an uncooperative ponytail.
His date was Robyn Anderson, now a valedictorian contender with her straight-A average. She asked him to the prom — just as friends.
In recent months, Robyn and Dylan’s relationship had been wobbling along that murky territory between friendship and romance.
Robyn later told a friend that Dylan behaved gentlemanly on prom night, complimenting her on her dress.
“They were holding hands and stuff,” said Jessica Hughes, one of the limo crowd.
Jessica sat next to Robyn and Dylan during dinner at Bella Ristorante. There was a lot of silly joking between them, playing with knives and matches.
“They were pretending to light themselves on fire,” Jessica said.
Dylan ate a big salad, followed by a seafood dish with shells, mussels she thinks, then dessert. “I was like, my Lord,” Jessica said.
Jessica and Dylan chatted about a party both planned to attend in a couple weeks, a reunion for kids who’d been in the gifted program in elementary school.
“He was all excited to see everyone,” Jessica said.
Dylan even agreed to bring pizza because he worked at Blackjack.
Back in the limo, no one was drinking anything stronger than Pepsi, Jessica recalled.
The car’s TV was off. The radio was turned to a hard-rock station and on so low the kids drowned out the music. They were being, well, normal goofy teens enjoying themselves. Cameras flashing. Lipstick smiles. Whisking through the night in a mirrored-ceiling car.
“We were flipping people off because the windows were so dark. We were making fun of people,” Jessica said.
Dylan even talked of everyone staying in touch after he left for college in three months.
“He was in a really great mood that night,” another friend in the limo, Monica Schuster, said.
Classic Reblog redux. – 16th anniversary of the Columbine High School Prom
April 17, 1999 – April 17, 2015
[….. ]
No, that was Eric.
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Answered here. 🙂
Unfortunately, we don’t really have any books that Dylan referenced reading in his notes or journal.
A few thoughts that come to mind:
I’m sure, he like Eric, read the Doom Series
In researching for his book report “The Minds and Motives of Charles Manson” Dylan referenced cited work: Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi as a main book source.
I’m sure several of the High School required reading books listed
here. Classics to up to the present day, early ‘99.
In ‘No Easy Answers’ Brooks mentions how he and Dylan et al loathed the required reading of ‘A Prayer for Owen Meany’ by John Irving and so having been paired in on a collaborative exercise both took liberal creative license with a wicked irreverent twist on the book. Plus, you just gotta just love Dyl’s ‘god of coolness.’ Must be brother of the god of sadness? 😉

Jennifer Harmon said this about him:
While many kids admitted they just skimmed the assigned novels, Dylan finished them weeks before his classmates.
At 617 pages, John Irving’s “A Prayer for Owen Meany” seemed like a daunting read for many in the class. Dylan finished it two weeks before the deadline. “He was a whiz at all of his classes,” says Harmon.
“He didn’t even have to try. He just knew everything.” [Source]
and another classmate said..
“When we we read Shakespeare,” a girl in Klebold’s English class told the Denver Post, “he would always get the hidden meaning.” Not surprising, really.. 😉 [Source]
If I think of any other books Dylan read, I’ll add on to this post.
The Halcyons is Dylan’s idyllic expression and embodiment of a spiritual – non-religious- ‘heaven’. It encapsulated everything pretty much the opposite of what life on the earth ended up not being for him. To Dylan, humanity seemed plodding, repetitive, overly complicated, when in truth, it needn’t be – filled with illusions and fake realities that bogged all of us down. And because he felt he knew the truth of the matter, that the true reality of things was not as painful as everything seemed to be here, it made him feel at war with himself, struggling in sadness to fit into such a cumbersome earthbound existence. The Halcyons is the ideal ‘place’, a spiritual state of being in the spirit realm where everything comes together effortlessly: all is calm, at-peace, serene, untroubled, happy, favorable. It is tranquility, pure love and timely blissful completion.
All things that go KA-BOOM.
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The mud incident
“We were outside, playing in the leftover snow from a few days before. As we ran around, I found a big patch of ice that was starting to melt but was still plenty solid enough to play with.
“Hey, Dylan!” I said. “Come here!” By the time Dylan arrived, I was already bouncing and sliding on the slushy patch. Dylan gamely joined in, our feet smashing little spiderwebs into the ice as it buckled under our weight.
Dylan’s foot crashed down on a corner of the ice and made the whole patch shift. It tipped into a puddle underneath, which splashed a good amount of muddy water into the air. A girl in our class was standing nearby, wearing a brand-new coat her parents had just given her, the mud left a jagged brown stripe right down the front of it.
It was an accident. We hadn’t thought the ice was going to do that. But our classmate took one look at her ruined coat and started screaming.
The second grade teacher immediately ran over to assess what was happening.
[…] We tried to get the teacher to listen to us, but she ordered us to be quiet as she carried the girl’s coat into the bathroom.
Both of us were bawling by the time she had us at the sink, wetting a toothbrush. She put the coat in Dylan’s hands. “I want this cleaned!” she ordered. “You two will stay in here and scrub that mud off, and you’re not leaving until I say you’re finishes!”
Choking back our tears, we took up the brush and started working. We quickly discovered that using a toothbrush on mud wasn’t very efficient – but we didn’t have any choice. Both of us continued to cry, our ears burning red from the embarrassment of being yelled at, of our teacher’s spiteful glare, of people looking at us as we worked.
“It’s not coming out!” Dylan kept saying, rubbing the same spot for what seemed like the 500th time.
“We have to get it,” I remember saying in response. I just kept repeating that. “We have to get it.” – No Easy Answers
You know, I don’t really think the boys even considered or fantasized what graduation might’ve been like for them at all really. Their minds were made up and anything beyond April, they were just completely checked out on. The two weren’t really even raging or emotional this late stage in the game either. They planned the attack for at least eight months and so now they were on auto pilot mode with fine tuning the last minute details of their planning. By the last couple of weeks, they were coasting in and winding down towards their date with destiny. Even Brooks Brown mentioned that Eric seemed unusual ‘serene’ within the last couple of months – whereas the year prior, in ‘98, he was more a frustrated, raging hothead. Dylan was chill and philosophical about it all if not quieter and sadder as perceived by a few people and family members. Jocks drove by and threw bottles at their feet and Dylan said to Brooks matter of factly: “don’t worry about it man, it happens all the time.” So, there was this kind of focused ‘calm before the storm’ demeanor about them. It was too late by this point. Had it been a few months back in ‘98, if someone or something had made a drastic change either by making some kind of difference in either of the boys life or if someone had interceded with serious intervention and broken the two up then disaster might possibly have been averted. Even if small, seemingly insignificant things happened, the ripples of positive change could’ve veered the boys off their destructive course. For example, Dylan and Brooks had been spending time writing screenplays together. If Dylan, Brooks and Zack had managed to convince the Ascot theater to allow them to put on their more edgy, creative productions (that Columbine disallowed) then Dylan might’ve found a creative outlet and a pinch more sense of self worth in doing something he felt some passion about. – or – if Eric had begun dating Susan DeWitt back in the summer or fall of ‘98 she might have been the one to make that difference as he alluded in the Basement Tapes: ’‘Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different”.” By March and April of ‘99, things were just simply too late. They were going through the motions with mundane things like school and work, chugging along until the final countdown, and to do “what we had to do”. Their mindset was locked and they firmly believed what they would do was what had to be done and there was no other way around it. Yes, it’s very sad and very frustrating when you watch the documentaries or a few of their funny, creative amateur video production tapes. Many people senselessly lost their lives that day to a karma-like tragedy. All fifteen victims including Dylan and Eric. Two victimized boys lashed out, randomly destroying the lives of thirteen unknown victims as forfeit recompense for their own pain. A vicious cycle of victim->victimize->victim in which all are lost.
Mm, well, perhaps I’m lucky but my blog hasn’t really received much if any harassment or non-supportive comments. At least none that phases me, I should say.. 😉 *shrugs* I suppose I’m blessed with pretty intelligent, empathetic followers and any newbie visitors that somehow stumble over to
E-C often find themselves enjoying the spirit of knowledge, information and speculation that envelops Dylan’s blog. If some come bringing shock, disgust, fear and judgment, that’s fine too but it just means that they haven’t really taken the time to really view the content here. They are still clinging to a belief system the media ingrained in them to believe that the Columbine Shooters are explained away as only one-dimensional cardboard psycho “monsters” that deserve to be banished from the thoughtful considerations of society as the flesh and blood, flawed individuals they were, as real people. And by the very society that had a hand in creating what Dylan and Eric became in the last 49 min of their lives. We are all a part of Columbine. We are all Rachel Scott just as much as we are all Dylan Klebold.
/soap box. 😉
Mm, I liked some of her ‘08-09 stuff but not really any of her new albums these days. While I realize she’s added a lot of positive contributions to anti-bullying, LGBTQ rights and celebrating, embracing and accepting everyone’s unique, even freakishly ‘monster’ hip, individuality, I have to say that the boys would not like her..at all — regardless of that fact of everything I mentioned above. I think their knee-jerk response would be, ironically, a rather bullying sort of sentiment: ‘Gaga is fucking gay’ 😉
…and I can just hear the *wink!nudge* smart ass comments..
“Dude, born what way? What does she mean by that?
The Gay Way.”
Even Marilyn Manson was a bit too fringe and androgenous in dress for the boys to publicly admit to being fans. Marilyn Manson dabbled in garters belts and lingerie ala the travestite from Rocky Horror Picture Show or the Mechanical Animals album with that freakish female-like physical form fitting outfit he wore to promote the asthethic for that album. I’m sure sexual ambiguity made the dudes’ uneasy as their music tastes were narrow and particularly masculine-macho in tone such as Rammstein and KMFDM. Eric was dubious about MM and Dyl was a closet fan. I think that E & D would see Gaga as Her Royal Highness for gay guys. Goes to show that just because the boys were bullied doesn’t mean they embrace everything under the sun that has become part of the mainstream cultures’ glittery propoganda banner for ‘anti-bullying’. Not if it threatens their fragile male egos and potentially causes them ridicule from other male peers.
We don’t officially know how Dylan got his onyx ring as there is no accounts from friends or classmates about the origins of it. As I said in a previous post, it’s not a very polished, professional looking ring. The (sterling?) silver is roughly, unevenly crafted. It doesn’t appear to be a real onyx gem stone either from the close-ups but that is my speculation. I think that it’s either a case of two scenarios: Dyl was attracted to the ring at something like a cheap flea market or edgy store ala ‘Hot Topic’ and the affordable price was easy on his wallet and just too good to pass up. His purchasing the ring would become part of identity he crafted for himself, ‘his style’ as part of the Trenchcoat Mafia. An individualistic ‘uniform’ complete with earring, trench, combat boots as well as Soviet star pin on his boot -or – We now know from Sue Klebold’s recent email to trailbits that she herself dabbles in ‘art as a hobby’: so it’s entirely possible that she custom made the ring, his triple-cross earring and necklace for her son in jewelry making class. This would fit as a good explanation as to why he was mindful in removing his earring and beaded cloth necklace and put them into a small pile upon commiting suicide since those items would hold a personal, sentimental significance and would be a nod in respect to his mom for crafting those for him. But again, leaving the ring on for the reasons mentioned here.
Thanks muchly. 🙂 That means a lot to hear, especially considering that you spent all that time here (seriously? lol) , and on top of that, it was well spent time reading my ramblings on Dyl. 🙂
We don’t know for certain that it’s actually an onyx stone. I don’t think it really is.. though the ring itself – the sterling silver portion – appears uneven like a amateur made ring.
See here.

RRRrrrroar !!
(perfect pearly whites too)