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.
Tag: Dylan Klebold
Also, please don’t feel any guilt about my soon-to-be “absence” of this world. It is solely my decision, nobody else’s.
— Dylan Klebold’s Love Letter Poetic Stanza Six
I just had to write this to you, the one I truly loved. Please, for my sake, don’t tell anybody about this, as it was only meant for you.
— Dylan Klebold’s Love Letter Poetic Stanza Five
Illusion and Disillusion
You see I can’t tell if you think of anyone as I do you, & if you did who that would be. Fate put me in need of you, yet this earth blocked that with uncertainties.
— Dylan Klebold’s Love Letter Poetic Stanza Four
I have thought you my true love for a long time
now, but… well… there was hesitation.
— Dylan Klebold’s Love Letter Poetic Stanza Three
I think about you all the time, how this world would be
a better place, If you loved me as I do you.
Dylan wearing the glasses that he broke later in the future.
He didn’t broke his glasses but his sunglasses 🙂
“Jamie Shofner (4,412) would occasionnaly walk around the school with Dylan. She recalled one day when she was with him and a few of his friends outside of the school at a designated smoking area. Dylan was given a test from an unknown magazine regarding normalcy. The test indicated that Dylan was normal. Jamie was surprised at the result. She stated she thought Dylan was strange because he always wore his sunglasses. Dylan told her he paid between 200 to 300 dollars for his sunglasses.One day, he was at school and seemed very depressed and he told her it was because he broke his sunglasses.”
Yep. His sunglasses broke which were expensive as hell, and a prized possession like his trench, so he was blue about it. I don’t get the feeling he’d be too upset over his regular knock-around glasses that he apparently only wore at home or occasionally working stagecraft at CHS.
Researching Dylan Klebold’s German roots reminded me of one of the most (in)famous works of German literature, The Sorrows of Young Werther (Die Leiden des jungen Werther) written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe in 1774. I couldn’t help but notice that Dylan and the protagonist of the…
Dylan’s birthday is a good enough reason to post about his ancestral origins, I suppose!
I’m quite impressed by how much Columbine stuff is on the internet in Russian! Back in the bad old days of the Cold War in the 1980s, when I (and Eric and Dylan) were little kids, Russia, then the…
Love this post – thanks for all the great research!
I usually don’t reblog my own stuff, but well.. it’s the birthday and I don’t have new material for you yet. Since we’re all pretty stuck in the Dylan-sentiment right now, this felt appropriate to reshare. Enjoy the read. =)
“What I remember about Klebold. He was tall, like 6’4 and he dressed really weird. combat boots, sunglasses, kmfdm shirts. I remember not knowing what kmfdm was. He was awkward looking, kind of unnattractive I guess.
I remember the teacher making him do bear crawls for being late to class constantly.
We played this no rules dodge ball game. It was just every man for himself, with like 50 or 60 kids. Him and this really scrawny kid were last and the scrawny kid beat him. for some reason I won’t forget that.“
Messages sent from Nathan Dykeman and Zack Heckler on Robyn Anderson’s myspace page that were saved back in 2007 when her profile was public. She used to have that main profile picture of her kissing a horse. I can’t find it anymore.
The Everlasting Contrast 