Tag: Reb

acolumbineblog:

While being interviewed in the Diversion Program, Eric states that Dylan is his “best friend". Dylan, however, states Eric is just as friend of “about 4 years". Then like an after-thought adds, “Very good friends". 
It’s interesting to see the dynamic of their friendship. Dylan had other friends. Eric had all but lost friends he’d made due to the changes in his personality over the years.

“Best Friend” was still reserved for Zach Heckler.

VoDkA
              BLACK
I am purity. Darkness. Romanticism. Proffesionalism. Existence, Complacence. Power. Pain. Everything is black. I am everything.

REB
         Black.
I can’t see a god damn thing so what the hell am I going to write about, how I can’t see anything? My mind is black, sight is black, hearing is black, everything, so HA.

thedragonrampant:

Columbine was the result of the accidental meeting of two completely different boys who happened to form one disastrous combination: one boy who wanted to commit mass murder and was willing to die to get what he wanted; one boy who wanted to die and was willing to commit mass murder to get his wish. The arrest brought them together, their culture encouraged them, their environment did not stop them.
But when they went to school that morning, the shooting no longer was what either of them wanted. Eric did not want to die anymore, but he had become what he had blustered about: an Eric-without-NBK no longer existed. The only thing he had left was to actually do it. Dylan only wanted to die himself. His cry of triumph echoed throughout the school: “Today is the day on which I die!“ If another couple hundred people had to die before his ascent to the halcyon — so be it. A few less deaths? Fine as well — it was so much fun to go crazy.

Excerpt from Wij Zijn Maar Wij Zijn Niet Geschift (We Are But We Are Not Psycho), by Tim Krabbé.

Can’t wait to read this book when it finally gets translated into English. Thanks for the translated excerpt!

Cookie Time

Jennifer Harmon on Dylan:

He slipped chocolate chip cookies to the girl who sat next to him.
Jennifer Harmon, who took creative writing with the two boys who later would shoot up her school, says the shy Klebold regularly passed Chips Ahoy – the chewy kind with big chocolate chunks – as a way to make friends in class.

When the teacher told Klebold to put them away, he would slyly slip her one anyway. “Dylan wasn’t a bad guy,” says Harmon. “I never thought he would do something like (the rampage). But they said Eric’s name on TV and I automatically knew Dylan was going to be there. Eric had a persuasion. I think Eric would always tell Dylan that people never liked him, and he was his only true friend.”

Jennifer remembers them this way: Dylan smiled. Eric didn’t. Dylan was nice. Eric had a mean streak.

One day, Jennifer says, she was singing a song from the German techno group Rammstein – one of the boys’ favorite bands. Eric made fun of her. Dylan told him to stop.”

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Beautiful. Such contrasting temperaments too.

fromrussiawithlotoflove:

“In january 1999, Jennifer and her friend were involved in a minor car accident with Dylan Klebold while in the school parking lot.

Dylan told her she shouldn’t worry about it because the car had been hit before. Eric go out of the passanger side of dylan’s car and got angry. Then dylan ordered him to get back in the car, which he did.”

Dylan was a gentleman

fromrussiawithlotoflove:

“Jennifer Harmon : who took creative writing with the two boys who later would shoot up her school, says the shy Dylan regularly passed Chips Ahoy – the chewy kind with big chocolate chunks – as a way to make friends in class.

When the teacher told Dylan to put them away, he would slyly slip her one anyway. “Dylan wasn’t a bad guy,” says Jennifer. “I never thought he would do something like (the rampage). But they said Eric’s name on TV and I automatically knew Dylan was going to be there. Eric had a persuasion. I think Eric would always tell Dylan that people never liked him, and he was his only true friend.”

“Jennifer remembers them this way: Dylan smiled. Eric didn’t. Dylan was nice. Eric had a mean streak.

One day, Jennifer says, she was singing a song from the German techno group Rammstein – one of the boys’ favorite bands. Eric made fun of her. Dylan told him to stop.”

Phony Shit vs. TRUE LOVE

Fuck that –> Dylan Klebold
me
10-14-97
Fuck ev.

                                                            Thoughtz

Me. sorry I didn’t write, A SHITLOAD in my existence mist. Ok… hell & back… ive been to the zombie bliss side… & I hate it as much if not more than the awareness part. I’m back now…. a taste of what I thought I want… wrong. Possible girlfriends are coming then [edited].. I’ll give the phony shit up in a second. want TRUE love…. I just want something i can never have….true love. 

[Zach] lucky bastard gets a perfect soulmate, who he can admit FUCKIN SUICIDE to & I get rejected for being honest about fuckin hate for jocks. From the wrong people maybe… [edited] & [edited].. Anyway… heres a 2 poems…

                                          
                                                 2 FUCK

                                                    me

                                                    Die 

                                                    me

                                     Fuck that → Dylan Klebold