Tag: Dylan Klebold

Professional Killer

“The Town, even at 1:00 AM, was still bustling with activity as The Man dressed in black walked down the empty streets.  The moon was barely visible, hiding under a shield of clouds, adding a chill to the atmosphere.  What was most recognizable about the man was the sound of his footsteps." 

”It was faint at first, but grew in intensity and power as I heard the man laugh.  This laugh would have made Satan cringe in Hell.   For almost half a minute this laugh, spawned from the most powerful place conceivable, filled the air, and thru the entire town, the entire world.“  

”He stopped, and gave me a look I will never forget.  If I could face an emotion of god, it would have looked like the man.  I not only saw in his face, but also eminating from him power, complacence, closure, and godliness.  The man smiled, and in that instant, thru no endeavor of my own, I understood his actions.“ 

”…Just a story“ – Dylan Klebold

Essay – Pt 1        

Essay – Pt 2 

I don’t think Dylan fit into us very well.

“Two co-workers, Kim Carlin and Sara Arbogast, were in the same grade as Eric and Dylan.

Sara: “Eric was nice and talkative and funny and just a cool guy. He never expressed any hate toward anything, just the normal teen-age angst. A lot of people say they don’t like school. I said it all the time.”

Kim: “Dylan and me never got heart-to-heart like me and Eric would. I don’t think Dylan fit into us very well. He was too quiet. We would get into massive food fights or water fights. He wasn’t into playing with us. If you would ask him something embarrassing he’d turn red and give you this little grin.”

On slow nights, the crew would sit behind the building and set off firecrackers or homemade explosives.

“We used to make dry-ice balls behind the store,” Kim said.

“You put dry ice and hot water in a 2-liter bottle. It just shoots up. We stole a cone one time when they did road construction in the parking lot. We would see how high we could shoot the cone.”

One night Dylan brought a pipe bomb to work. The manager wrote him up and told him to never do that again.

Shortly afterward, Dylan quit Blackjack. Eric stayed.

One day in April I said “You seem so quiet lately- are you okay?” He said he was “just tired.” Another time I asked if he wanted to talk about going away to college. I told him that if he didn’t feel ready, he could stay home and go to a community college. He said “I definitely want to go away.” If that was a reference to anything more than leaving home for college, it never occurred to me.

Susan Klebold (via mrsklebold)

I know that I am different..

The framework of society stands above & below me.
The hardest thing to destroy, yet the
weakest thing that exists.  I know that i am different,
yet i am afraid to tell the society.  The possible
abandonment, persecution is not something I want to
face, yet it is so primitive to me.  I guess being
yourself means letting people know about inner thoughts
too, not just opinions & fashions.(heheh) I will
be free one day, in the land of purity & my happiness.
I will have a love, someone who is me in a way, Someday…
Possibly thru this life, maybe another, but it will happen….
-Dylan Klebold

Graduating to the 5th Dimension

“Stupid gay nigger humans think
i’m “crazy” or they think i’m childish. hahaha. because
i can’t solve Ssin52xSs3xdx.  That makes me dumb!
Because i can’t stay thinking in the 2nd dimension, i go
to the 5th! haha”

– Dylan Klebold
April 1999

mourningovermurderers:

Robyn Anderson told the House Judiciary Committee in January 2000 that a background check would’ve intimidated her sufficiently to keep her from buying the weapons

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold had gone to the Tanner gun show on Saturday and they took me back with them on Sunday. I remember this as being in November or December of 1998. When Eric and Dylan had gone the previous day, a dealer told them that they needed to bring someone back who was 18. They were both 17 at the time. This was a private dealer – not a licensed dealer. While we were walking around, Eric and Dylan kept asking sellers if they were private or licensed. They wanted to buy their guns from someone who was private – and not licensed – because there would be no paperwork or background check. At one point Eric was interested in a gun from a licensed dealer. The dealer asked me if I would fill out some paperwork and I said, “No, I didn’t feel comfortable with that.’ I didn’t want to put my name on something that I wasn’t going to have control of.

They bought guns from three sellers. They were all private. They paid cash. There was no receipt. I was not asked any questions at all. There was no background check. All I had to do was show my driver’s license to prove that I was 18. Dylan got a shotgun. Eric got a shotgun and a black rifle that he bought clips for. He was able to buy clips and ammunition without me having to show any I.D. The sellers didn’t write down any information. I would not have bought a gun for Eric and Dylan if I had had to give any personal information or submit to any kind of check at all. I think it was clear to the sellers that the guns were for Eric and Dylan. They were the ones asking all the questions and handling the guns. I had no idea what they were eventually going to do with the guns. When I look back at it, I think I was kind of naive. I wish a law requiring background checks had been in effect at the time. I don’t know if Eric and Dylan would have been able to get guns from another source, but I would not have helped them. It was too easy. I wish it had been more difficult. I wouldn’t have helped them buy the guns if I had faced a background check. Signed Robyn Anderson

Source:acolumbinesite.com

godlikenature-deactivated201402:

“Imagine your own best friend.  Someone you’ve known for almost your whole life. Someone who used to laugh and tell you jokes, and showed you his new Wolf badge from Club Scouts, and chased frogs with you around the creek behind your grade school on Friday afternoons. Someone who, just yesterday, you skipped school with. Someone you always thought you knew.

Now imagine that, in front of nowhere, that friend turns around and guns down over a dozen people.”

– Brooks Brown, No Easy Answers.