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.
Mmhm. Definitely fascinates the lot of us and keeps us coming back for more. They were a one of a kind teenage dyad that dreamed and set in motion an unfathomable, destructive plot in a still somewhat-innocent, ripe time period where it could easily be executed and right under everyones’ noses in broad daylight. What they did then in 1999 can no longer be done today with the same impact and all in part because of them. 😉
No major real fighting but annoying one another type nit picking stuff. Just the typical mundane crap; fighting like they’re an old married couple annoyed with one another’s usual traits and whining back and forth at each other. Eric getting pissed at Dyl eating stuff off his plate (after he finished his own) like stealing one too many french fries and waffling it down. Dyl leaving shit laying around at Eric’s house after a sleep over and Eric annoyed that stuff needs to be pickup and put back into order for his parents. Eric being pissy and moody at Dyl for spending too much time lately smoking cigarettes with Brooks and not him…or Zach..or Nate.. whoever Eric disliked at the moment. Dyl getting annoyed at Reb for nudging him just a tad too much to go say ‘hi’ or make a move with girls he knows Dyl has a crush on, and Dyl getting flustered, embarrassed, agitated and pissy because he only wants to do that on his own terms when he’s ready to. That umpteenth time they went to see Tobin at “All Wound Up” and Reb is bugging the fuck out of Dyl “just go up to the counter V and make a move already, ‘GAAWD!’.” Dyl getting maxed out and fed up with Eric telling him what to do, how to do it, and oh yes, to “shut up, Dylan!” acerbically yelling that to him in front of a bunch of peers and girls. Eric being a tad too merciless picking on certain girls and Dyl telling him to stop already, shaking his head. Like that time Eric relished making fun of Jennifer Harmon trying to sing a Rammstein song ‘like a dork’ or when Eric went ballistic on the girl that accidentally ran into Dylan’s car and was in tears, apologizing for it. Dylan being so fed up with Reb so just point-blank calmly orders him to “get in the car”. Eric making fun of Dyl’s music tastes with the ‘emo gnashing bumpkins’ and let’s not even go into Chemical Bros. A cold-war silent treatment did happen briefly between the boys as accounted by Blackjack manager Jason Secor.
Those silvery gray ‘bracelets’ were functional match strikers which the boys’ ingeniously cut from the side of a box of matches and taped together with silvery grey electrical tape, each bracelet had two strikers. They could easily light the fuses of their pipe bombs and other incendiaries in a very consistently accessible manner. In the boys’ usual symbolically contrasting yin/yang, aesthetic, Dylan being left-handed, wore his striker bracelet on his right wrist and Eric being right handed wore his striker on his left wrist. The ingenuity of their amateur invention was considered ingenious by the authorities.
Below: match striking strips cut from the side of a match boxes.
Kourtney Kardashian started going to the University of Arizona in 2000 after transferring from two years at Southern Methodist University. Thank fuck Dylan didn’t have to cross paths with her because her voice grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard..
Fun Fact: James Holmes also applied and was turned down there.
Love and Hate, Dark and Light
Too heavy too light Too black or too white Too wrong or too right
The everlasting contrast….
Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. 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, the ‘people’ on the earth
see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons.
“Goodbye, sorry to everyone … I just can’t take it … all the thoughts … too many … make my head twist … I must have happiness, love, peace. Goodbye”
“no emotions, not caring, yet another stage in this shit life. suicide.”
“Society is tightening its grip on me, & soon I & will snap. We will have our revenge on society, & then be free, to exist in a timeless spaceless place of pure happiness. The purpose of life is to be happy & be with your love who is equally happy. Not much more to say. Goodbye.”
“This is prob. my last entry. I love myself a close second to [redacted] my everlasting love. goodbye.”
“The happiness is close, visible ending, end of the beginning of the halcyons.”
“Time to die, time to be free, time to love.”
“Today is the day I die!” Woooo!“
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April 20, 1999 – April 20, 2015 – 12:08 am MT
17 years later on the earth plane, and on this day, we hope you have found that reprieve, Dylan. That ‘PEACE’ that you so craved to end your earthly infinite struggle. Here is hoping that your resurrection into the Halycons and beyond, into your next Existence (whichever door that may be in the Great Hall) is filled with everlasting love, peace and happiness. Absolution from your own self tormentations and forgiveness from the 13 victims of whom you projected your earthly pain and suffering on to. To be like a phoenix rising from the ashes – for all fifteen, for their families and extended families and everyone else who have been affected by this tragedy in their own ways, like a multitude of ripples on a unfathomably large body of water. Peace out.
“16 years ago I didn’t take the time to tell a friend what he meant to me. Blame it on being shy or a teenager or selfish. But now I don’t have that chance. No one needs the kind of regret that comes from not taking the chance at love, no matter how small”
Devon Adams, 4/20/2015
Hey all, I wanted to make a request. Tomorrow, April 20th, is the 16th anniversary of the shootings at Columbine High School. For a lot of survivors, tomorrow marks the point where we have lived half of our life Before and half After. All of the anniversaries are hard, but this one has a certain weight to it.
So, the request: tomorrow, if you would, please make an extra effort to be kind. I know that we all can get mired down by negativity and focusing on the crummy little things of daily life. Its easy. But life is scarily, shockingly short. And I have three friends who no longer have the luxury of being grumpy about the guy tailgating them or that their food took too long at a restaurant. More importantly, they can no longer laugh or cry or gaze in wonder at the mountains or catch a snowflake on their tongued or hug those they love.
There is so much fear and hatred and vitriol in the world, and for just one day, it would be beautiful if we blotted all of that out with an excess of kindness.
16 years ago I didn’t take the time to tell a friend what he meant to me. Blame it on being shy or a teenager or selfish. But now I don’t have that chance. No one needs the kind of regret that comes from not taking the chance at love, no matter how small.
Maybe it’s as small as making eye contact and smiling at a stranger. Or letting another car in as you merge onto the highway. Or calling that friend who you’ve been meaning to call. Anything. Because the best way to honor those lives lost 16 years ago, and those forever changed, is not to dwell on the horror of that day, but to flood the world with love in hopes that we can change things for the better.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” – Martin Luther King Jr
Approximately 10:30 a.m. (Mountain Time), Eric’s house
Harris: Say it now.
Klebold: Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as [inaudible] or something.
Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb …
Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.
Harris: Yeah… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like … just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.
Klebold: [interrupts] We did what we had to do.
Harris: (Chris) Morris, Nate (Dykeman), if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.
Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.
Harris: Susan [Dewitt], sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that Fly CD.
Harris: That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.
Klebold: [sticks his face in the camera] GOODBYE.
The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue.”
I would like to light a candle for Cassie Bernall, Steve Curnow, Corey DePooter, Kelly Fleming, Eric Harris, Matt Kechter, Dylan Klebold, Daniel Mauser, Daniel Rohrbough, Rachel Scott, Isaiah Shoels, John Tomlin, Lauren Townsend, Kyle Velasquez and Dave Sanders. May you all have found peace wherever you are. You are not forgotten.
“I love you [……] that’s all I think about anymore …
I know that this humanity is almost over, that we will be free.
We have proven to Fate that we are the everything of purity & halcyon, & that we deserve, need, love, can’t exist without each other. It’s hard, I think that I might not be enough, my mind sometimes gets stuck on its own things,
I think about human things. All I try to do is imagine the happiness between us. That is something we cannot even conceive in this toilet earth. The everything, the halcyon, the happiness is ours.
There will be no notes from me. Let the humans suffer without my knowledge of the everything. I am trying not to think about the happiness, somehow thinking that Fate will destroy it if i conceive/relish in it when I’m a human. But I love her. We are soulmates.”
Dustin Allen Gorton was a student at Columbine High School and was in the cafeteria when the all thing started. Gorton stated that he knew Eric Harris, Dylan Klebold, Nate Dykeman, Chris Morris and Zachary Heckler and considered all of them friends.
He stated that he last saw Dylan…
Columbine “Breakfast Run” video the day before the shootings.
4/19/99 Last breakfast run at Burger King with driver, Dustin Gorton, Dylan, his co-pilot and Eric Jackson (not Harris) in the backseat.
Dustin Gorton presently runs a “Victims of School Shooters” group on Facebook. Having done this video with Dylan just the day before, his co-pilot even, and then seeing Eric onthe day of must have been extremely devastating for him – like someone yanked the rug out from under him and he slammed his head on the floor. The ultimate feeling of betrayal.
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.
The Everlasting Contrast 