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.
Hi..and you’re welcome. 🙂 Mm.. no, there are no existing photos of Dylan’s zippo lighter, unfortunately. That goes for both boys. They would’ve had their zippos stuffed in their coat pockets readily available to use on the day.
Oh no definitely more than just those two albums. After all, they were fans – well, particularly Eric.
They also most definitely would’ve listened to Naïve (’90) which contained two versions of Godlike. They made a few references to the song including on the Basement Tapes.
Dylan sketched BRUTE in his day planner, which is a song off Nihil (’95).
We have a scan of the receipt from Angelo’s record store in which Eric purchased Agogo (’98).
We don’t have any specific evidence here but I wouldn’t put it past them to own KMFDM’s ‘Best of’ compilation from ‘98 entitled Retro (’98).
And in all probability they likely knew the song SUCKS as it’s a classic KMFDM parody anthem which is off of Angst (’93) and eveeerrrybody that’s into this band knows the lyrics ‘Kill Mother-Fucking Depeche Mode!“
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I know only a few of you who have been cut (just last eve, I was saddened by the loss of the talented artist’s blog @wannacryexe ). So,I just want to say that I’m so sorry to those of you that this has unfairly happened to you.
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Mutuals that we’ve lost to the Tumblr Hurricane 2018 can feel free to message me either on E-C or The Halcyons. State your former blog and your new blog, if any, or alternatively social media, email, etc. I will post whatever info you’d like to relay publicly or personally. Whatever blog platform we stay on or reincarnate-migrate to we, at least, always have the power to all stay in touch. 🙂
I know only a few of you who have been cut (just last eve, I was saddened by the loss of the talented artist’s blog @wannacryexe ). So,I just want to say that I’m so sorry to those of you that this has unfairly happened to you.<3 This entire thing is blatant freedom of expression censorship. It reminds me of Nazis’ burning books and art. Peoples’ precious thoughts, intellectual property, art and writings that mean so much to them that it may as well be their own ‘home’, are arbitrarily being prejudged and destroyed in the blink of an eye. But this is not the first time that the ‘black sheep’ have been automatically scapegoated or witch-hunted out of fear, ignorance or misunderstanding – and certainly nor the last. But we, as a community, banded together, will persist and weather through this together.
Healthy Minds Strong Communities Gala presents… Keynote Speaker, Sue Klebold Thursday, 9.27.18, Lincoln, Nebraska Sue Klebold Author of the New York Times bestseller A Mother’s Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy and advocate for mental health.
Sue Klebold is the mother of Dylan Klebold, one of the two gunmen responsible for the Columbine High School shootings of April 20, 1999 in Littleton, Colorado. Dylan and his friend killed twelve students and a teacher, and wounded more than twenty others before taking their own lives.
In the aftermath of the tragedy, Ms. Klebold remained out of the public eye while struggling with devastating grief and humiliation. Her search for understanding would span over fifteen years during which she volunteered for suicide prevention organizations, questioned experts, talked with fellow survivors of loss, and examined the crucial intersection between mental health problems and violence.
As a result of her exploration, Sue emerged a passionate advocate, dedicated to the advancement of mental health awareness and intervention.
From her memoir, A Mother’s Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy (Crown, 2016), Sue is donating all author profits to organizations that promote mental wellness, brain research and suicide prevention. She is a member of the National Loss and Healing Council of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP), and is a member of the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Consumer-Survivor Subcommittee.
She has participated in presentations, co-chaired conferences at the state and national levels, and written about the experience of surviving a loved one’s murder-suicide. Sue has a Master of Arts degree in Education from Cardinal Stritch College. She was an instructor and administrator in the Colorado Community College System for over twenty years.
Event Details: Date: Thursday, September 27, 2018 Where: The 2018 CenterPointe Gala at Cornhusker Marriott, Lincoln, NE Time: Business formal reception 5:30 pm with a wrap-up 8:30 pm Cost: $100 per person Website Information and TIckets
Sweet Sue spent the Friday before her son’s birthday speaking to students at Duke University in Durham, North Carolina. It’s especially brave of her to share her story with others so close to what must be a particularly painful time of year – though at the same time, it likely brings her comfort, meaning and purpose.
She perseveres even around the nearness of her son’s birthday for what she does is every bit a gift of love bestowed for her son as she passes their message on to others. ❤
I can just see him.. alone in his bedroom, late into the night. His red shuttered windows opened wide as a soft, warm breeze of night time gently wafts in. There is the sound of crickets and other wild life off in the distance. His outside view is majestic, primal and untamed. A beautiful sight for those who can still see and appreciate not for those who have already seen many times and have long since taken for granted. The jagged outline of pine trees and ancient pink canyons are now a looming onyx. They jut upward to the horizon in a competing, stark, contrast to the pitch blackness of the midnight sky. Every star is a distinct pinpoint, magically pulsating and twinkling.in silent reverie.
The flick of his Zippo cuts the silence, and the flame flicks forth in contrast to the darkness of his room, casting a small warm glow. His long, dexterous fingers light the wick of one, lone, white candle before him.
He takes a swing of his flask and settles down onto the floor. The liquid burns the back of his throat. It blooms and glows a soothing warm throughout his body, numbing the pervasive sadness.
Only a soft repetitive beat and melody plays in the background from his stereo speakers like a constant, hypnotic mantra. The volume turned down several notches in the wee hours of the night as his parents’ slumber unaware.
He leans back against his window seat and focuses on the flame as it dances, casting shadows on the wall. The Ponderer’s restless, heavy mind, with its constant flurry of thoughts, begins to finally still, to drift into a quiet state of a reprieve as his tired, blue eyes stare at the rhythmic dance of the candle’s flame, and thoughts begin to singularly focus on his wishes, his dreams..his true love, his heart’s desire. He basks in the visions of pure happiness that come. Normally fleeting glimpses, they are crystal clear now.
His voice speaks soft and low, interrupting the silence with intent. An invocation to the universe..if per chance it was in fact, listening.
“The candle burns....,”
He waves his finger tips over the billowing vapor hovering just about the flame…
…he glances up and focuses his gaze off into the distances at the vast, dark heavens with its infinite bespeckled stars.
he continues in a murmur.
“The stars set the mood……”
A gentle, warm September breeze gently gusts in through the window shutters causing the candle to flicker as if in response to his words.. causing it to nearly blow out.
He purses his lips and slowly blows on the flame teasingly, until..at last.. the flame is over powered and sputters out.
A billowing, white, wisp of smoke curls.up into the air before him.. The acrid scent filling his nostrils.
“the smoke fills the room”
…it spirals upward…ascending higher… out the window..on to the wind…
“the hope is sent thru infinite places…..
..carrying his prayers like a message in a bottle…
all of purity….”
…. up, into the endless starlit sky.
Another year has passed, and another candle lit in memory of all the hope and possibility that you once were, that which you became, and all that you now are.
The hope is sent thru infinite places, all of purity…to you.
Happy 36th Birthday, Dylan. With much ❤
In some other life… We are standing side by side and Laughing that, in Some other life …we are apart.
Thoughts are with you on this day.. and what would have been your 37th year down here.
Hey yourself! You know it’s funny as I was literally just thinking about this last evening. (That happens on my blog a lot btw) I was wondering what the theme was going to be this season. So, thanks for filling in the blanks without me having to google it. haha! Hmm..well, Murder House was my fav and Coven was not one of my top favs so maybe it’ll make for a somewhat interesting combo. Then again,I feel like things are kind of on the stale side if the creators have to resort to previous years themes rather than coming up with something completely new and refreshing. And isn’t Jessica Lange back again? Idk. Seems like they’re painting themselves into a corner. I mean, I know that the universe is all supposed to be somewhat related but this is kinda ridiculous…
I’m so sorry for my late reply to your lovely message. 🙂 Thank you so much for the gushing about lil’ old me and my blog! *blushes* Happy to be following you back. You have yourself a great weekend! ❤
Yes, I’d say it’s a given that it has everything to do with why they split up. The two were opposites that complimented one another in their marriage. There were probably many things they differed on in their marriage all along but those were small enough things and so they were able to unite and compensate successfully between them in healthy ways for many years. Then when the tragedy occurred, with the loss of their son (and the atrociously, perverse, manner he was lost disgracefully), their vastly different styles of coping and processing the devastating loss was like aftershock earthquake cracks in the surface of their marriage. The chasm of difference was too substantial between them to be repaired. Sue craved connecting and talking about things and sharing her grief and pain with others while Tom went inward and was resentful that his wife wanted to express their personal suffering with mere strangers. It was unhealthy and stressful for both of their personality types. After many years, both were fed up and had grown into two vastly different people that could no longer make it work as a husband and wife team.
The Everlasting Contrast 