Tag: Dylan Klebold

Well, well, back at it, yes (you say) 
whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea.  My life is still
fucked, in case you care… maybe,..(not?)

–Dylan Klebold

Dylan doesn’t realize that he really would be addressing a receptive ‘you’ a decade into the future. 😉   His personal style of writing in which he is talking to an imaginary ‘us’  as if we are his only sounding board, makes his journal provocative, captivating and endearing.  

..that i’ll be in my place wherever is after this life — that i’ll fucking not be at war w/ myself, the world, the universe – my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE w/ me – my soul (existence).

Hope you are having an infinitely happy, peaceful birthday in ‘your place’, the Halcyons. You’ve had a powerful effect and influence on my own life. Obviously, many others feel that connection too. Yes, everything seemed separate for you in your short time here on the earth, but that was just an illusion, you know now that everything in the universe is truly connected. Your life served a purpose. (Perhaps that’s why you spared your journal if not your computer?) Though your mistake, your choice, was grave, your life struggles were not in vain. In touching lives negatively you have also touched many lives positively. There. The Everlasting Contrast at it’s finest. With much love and afterlife blessings to you, Dylan. Happy Birthday.

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I think about this gif. A lot. This was filmed in a supermarket 11 days before the massacre. Which would turn America and basically the world upside down, an just shock the shit out of everyone. Because it was the worst school shooting in history, for A long time.

That guy ahead of Dylan. He has no idea, that the kid that would carry out the Columbine Massacre and turn everything upside down, just shock the fucking nation and change Colorado forever, is casually strolling behind him. He’s in his little world getting his shopping done, and Dylan’s in his own little world. And that man has no idea what is about to come in the days ahead, and that one of the boys that will carry it out, is straight behind him.

It makes me wonder about some people I pass on the streets on a regular basis.

I’ve thought this too.

Dylan’s Acrostic

Tim Krabbe dutch author of “We Are But We Aren’t Psycho” speculates that Dylan’s acrostic poem was Marla Foust.  Krabbe “fills in the blanks” using speculative words to make it fit the redacted spots in conjunction with the letters of her name.  

Krabbe: “..But Dylan had a secret admirer.  There is a possibility that the girl from his halcyon dreams also dreamed of him. That should’ve been Marla Foust, and there’s a great chance that that’s true.  The censoring makes it difficult to tell but several things, including the acrostic point to Marla as the great love he spoke of.”

“According to Marla herself, she knew Dylan.  He had asked her to prom but she was already going with someone else, otherwise she would’ve said yes.  Marla also said that she had hung out with Dylan and Zack the weekend before prom.”   (Dylan does not mention this in his journal.)

A couple of weeks after April 20th, one of the teachers made the students write about the shooting.  She said that two of the essays stood out, because of the warm tone the girls had written the essay with – as if they had a crush on the shooters.  The girl writing about Dylan was Marla Foust.