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.
This is from a flyer from the Firearms Coalition of Colorado found in Dylan’s BMW (JC-001-026514), urging support for pro-gun measures like legalizing concealed carry in the state. I find the “Dear Firearms Activist” bit to be grimly amusing!
Tina (Bernacchi) stated that while she was pulling into the Junior parking lot (southeast side of the school) she saw Dylan Klebold driving his later model, black BMW.. She stated that he was on the road exiting the parking lot and not yet at Pierce… Tina stated that Dylan was alone and that he “looked like he always does, that grumpy stare on his face.” 8:15 a.m. 4/20
You just know Dylan would really dig Tina and her t-shirt (..NOT.)
Hmm..that just might be the reason for his ‘grumpy stare… 😉
I always thought it was VoDKa? because dylan’s initials were capitalized, but im seeing a lot it being spelled as VoDkA. have i been capitalizing wrong or it it interchangeable?
“He was one of those kids that didn’t pay a lot of attention. He got a B in the [ninth grade] class, but he didn’t work very hard. And he was just a normal student. But as a senior, he was one of those kids that just wore grubby clothes all the time, wore his hat backwards all the time…He was…
That was an amazingly thorough post – thank you for that! Let’s see.. Dylan went to bed around 12:30 – 1 am each night. More often than not, he was likely playing Doom or Quake and chatting with Zack on the phone rather than completing essays. Dylan got up at the crack of dawn for a god awful early morning Bowling class so it’s no wonder he started to crash and burn during Calculus. I wonder if Robyn nudged him for snoring in class. heh. I recall the Klebold’s saying, to paraphrase: Robyn was a sweet girl who would come over to their house and Dylan would often help her out with math homework. But, in actuality, per Robyn’s own accounting, she, the straight A student, was the one helping Dylan out with math so he could squeak by and pass Calculus. So much for the St. John Wort aid in ‘motivation’. Oh, and, he hated Higgins; he and Robyn would make fun of the teacher’s squeaky high voice.
“Gave Up” by Nine Inch Nails. Another song whose (partial) lyrics were found in Dylan’s day planner (JC-001-026470).
Perfect little dream The kind that hurts the most Forgot how it feels Well, almost No one to blame Always the same Open my eyes Wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up in flames
It took you to make me realize It took you to make me realize It took you to make me realize It took you to make me see the light
Smashed up my sanity Smashed up my integrity Smashed up what I believed in Smashed up what’s left of me Smashed up my everything Smashed up all that was true Gonna smash myself to pieces I don’t know what else to do
Covered in hope and vaseline Still cannot fix this broken machine Watching the hole, it used to be mine Just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline Of the trust I will betray Give it to me, I throw it away After everything I’ve done I hate myself for what I’ve become
It took you to make me realize It took you to make me realize It took you to make me realize It took you to make me see the light
Smashed up my sanity Smashed up my integrity Smashed up what I believed in Smashed up what’s left of me Smashed up my everything Smashed up all that was true Gonna smash myself to pieces I don’t know what else to do
I tried I gave up I tried I gave up I tried I gave up I tried I gave up I tried I gave up I tried I gave up I tried I gave up I tried I gave up
Smashed up my sanity Smashed up my integrity Smashed up what I believed in Smashed up what’s left of me Smashed up my everything Smashed up all that was true Gonna smash myself to pieces I don’t know what else to do Smashed up my sanity Smashed up my integrity Smashed up what I believed in Smashed up what’s left of me Smashed up my everything Smashed up all that was true Gonna smash myself to pieces I don’t know what else to do Smashed up my sanity Smashed up my integrity Smashed up what I believed in Smashed up what’s left of me Smashed up my everything Smashed up all that was true Gonna smash myself to pieces I don’t know what else to do Smashed up my everything Smashed up all that was true Gonna smash myself to pieces I don’t know what else to do
“The Perfect Drug” by Nine Inch Nails, another song whose lyrics were written in Dylan Klebold’s day planner (JC-001-026457). The song is from the soundtrack of one of Dylan’s favorite movies, Lost Highway(as are two Rammstein songs).
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Can’t keep control, can’t keep track of where it’s traveling
I got my heart but my heart’s no good
And you’re the only one that’s understood
I come along but I don’t know where you’re taking me
I shouldn’t go but you’re wrenching, dragging, shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug
The perfect drug
The perfect drug
You are the perfect drug
The perfect drug
The perfect drug
You make me hard when i’m all soft inside
I see the truth when i’m all stupid-eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My fears want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
How very little there is left of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
[5x]
You are the perfect drug
The perfect drug
The perfect drug
You are the perfect drug
The perfect drug
The perfect drug
Take me with you
Without you
Without you everything just falls apart
Without you it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you
Without you everything just falls apart
Without you it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
It’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you
Without you everything just falls apart
Without you it’s not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Some day I’ll figure out the tune he was whistling.. 😉
I read they were listening “Americana” from Offspring. Maybe it was that song?
Nope, It’s definitely not that.. Two slow of a beat. I get the feeling Dyl whistled tunes and snapped his fingers quite regularly. Dude loved his funky jams.
I have heard of Adam Kyler. He wasn’t mentally challenged, though, he was learning disabled (I would not use the two terms interchangeably.) Adam reported that Dylan used to pick on him quite frequently.
1.) I think we have to remember that just as Rachel Scott described kindness as a “chain reaction”, cruelty works the same way. It’s likely that Dylan took out rage from his own bullies on others, as we obviously saw with the massacre. I think we can vilify anyone as much as we want, but there’s always going to be a higher link in the chain as to where that anger is coming from. The root of the problem is never the individual.
2.) I wouldn’t say they were “clearly not nice people” because we’ve seen the best and the worst sides of both of them through our research. The “misunderstood” description is basically a way of saying that people are viewing them as one-sided and inherently evil for no apparent reason when clearly there is a story behind their problems. “Love the sinner, hate the sin.”
Thank you for saying I’m “levelheaded.” I actually really appreciate that. 🙂 Let me know if you want my input on anything else!
Well put. Bullying is a learned, often, perpetuated behavior. Those that are bullied on a regular basis acquire permanent self image scars over time. Victims tend to turn around and beginning bullying those that they feel are lower in ‘pecking order’ as a way to boost their own low self esteem. It should not be surpising that Dylan (and Eric) were tempted to exorcise bullying on others as a way to displace their own poor self image. While, it’s not the right thing to do, it is, however, a very human coping mechanism to a form of abuse and unfortunately, it is quite common place in school. Why should it be a surprise that Dylan bullied Adam? To me, this is the ‘shades of gray’ within Dylan as a flawed human, at his worst, displacing his self loathing and pain that was acquired by those that had bullied him. The boys were not perfect angelic victims, instead they coped and struggled in miserable ways, Ironically, they gave in to becoming the Ultimate Bullies, toping all others bullies at CHS, on 4/20.
I worked hard on another edit, yesss photoshop ily
“I have lost my emotions… like in hurt the song. NIN. People eventually find happiness. i never will. Does that make me a non-human? YES. the god of sadness…” -Dylan Klebold
Beautifully done!
Father and son comparison
People often times described Dylan as ‘goofy looking’ and I thiiiiink he inherited a bit of the “goofy’ characteristic from dear old dad. 😉 While his mom’s features are sharper and more refined, Tom has more clunky, rounder features than Sue. Tom’s nose is broad at the base which is why Dylan’s nose looks so wide from front on. Unlike Tom’s nose where you can see a bit of nostril definition, Dylan’s nose slopes downward in favor of his mom. Both his mom and dad have very strong crease lines running from the base of the nose to the mouth. Dylan, even as just a teen, already inherited both of these deep crease lines like both his parents; it’s easy to see why some girls at CHS described Dylan as if ‘he was always sneering.’ Both Tom and Dylan have the exact same fine/defined eyebrow line shape which extends almost upward, softly fading out – in contrast to the half moon eyelid shape which slopes downward. Tom has a broader chin than Sue but his jawline is sharp. It’s a no brainer to see how Dylan and Bryon inherited dominant chins and sharp jawlines from both parents! Dylan has a longer chin than his father because of his mom which is an interesting characteristic to inherit from female genetics. Lastly, Dylan and Tom share the same ear size/positioning. But alas, it would be great to see more current pics of Tom to make more comparisons!
Credits for the Tom yearbook photos goes to empathyisvital.
Mother and son comparison
Dylan shares Sue’s down-turned, sloping nose (though mom has more of a hook to the bridge of her nose in older photos so I wonder if she perhaps got a slight nose job?), the long pointed, strong chin, the sparkling smile with slightly deep-set crinkly eyes,
‘“He’s a very bright kid, and it’s a very nice family,” said one neighbor who asked not to be named.
”He (didn’t) behave very well in class. He was very disrespectful to the teacher, and he would never listen to anybody.” Sometimes “lost his temper”’ Laura Stewart, 18
Dylan is interrogated by his guidance counselor. This is the first scene where we really see Dylan, called “Loner,” as a character, and is one of the first scenes in the play.
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The Everlasting Contrast 