thecolumbineblogwithrebandvodka:
I hate this non- thinking stasis, i’m stuck in humanity. Maybe going “NBK” with Eric is the way to break free, I hide this.
From Dylan’s Journal
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“Goodbye, sorry to everyone … I just can’t take it … all the thoughts … too many … make my head twist … I must have happiness, love, peace. Goodbye”
“no emotions, not caring, yet another stage in this shit life. suicide.”
“Society is tightening its grip on me, & soon I & will snap. We will have our revenge on society, & then be free, to exist in a timeless spaceless place of pure happiness. The purpose of life is to be happy & be with your love who is equally happy. Not much more to say. Goodbye.”
“This is prob. my last entry. I love myself a close second to [redacted] my everlasting love. goodbye.”
“The happiness is close, visible ending, end of the beginning of the halcyons.”
“Time to die, time to be free, time to love.”
“Today is the day I die!” Woooo!“
April 20, 1999 – April 20, 2014
15 years later on the earth plane, and on this day, we hope you have found that reprieve, Dylan. That ‘PEACE’ that you so craved to end your earthly infinite struggle. Here is hoping that your resurrection into the Halycons and beyond, into your next Existence (whichever door that may be in the Great Hall) is filled with everlasting love, peace and happiness. Absolution from your own self tormentations and forgiveness from the 13 victims of whom you projected your earthly pain and suffering on to. This day falling upon a date of resurrection is in many ways a bit like a phoenix rising from the ashes – for all fifteen, for their families and extended families and everyone else who have been affected by this tragedy in their own ways, like a multitude of ripples on a unfathomably large body of water. Peace out.
I think about human things. All I try to do is imagine the happiness between us. That is something we cannot even conceive in the toilet earth. The everything, the halcyon, the happiness is ours. There will be no notes from me. Let the humans suffer without my knowledge of the everything. I am trying not to think about the happiness, somehow thinking that fate will destroy it if i conceive/relish in it when I’m a human.
–Dylan Klebold
I can feel a phoenix inside of me
As I march alone to a different beat
Slowly swallowing down my fear
Yeah, yeah
I am ready for the road less traveled
Suiting up for my crowning battle
This test is my own cross to bear
But I will get there
It’s never easy to be chosen
Never easy to be called
Standing on the front line
When the bombs start to fall
I can see heavens
But I still hear the flames
Calling out my name
I can see the writing on the wall
I can’t ignore this war
At the end of it all
Who am I living for?
Dylan’s Ode to Death Countdown
One day. one is the beginning? the end. hahaha
reversed, yet true. About 26.5 hours from now the
judgement will begin. Difficult, but not impossible,
necessary, nerveracking & fun.What fun is life without
a little death?It’s interesting, when im in my human
form, knowing im going to die. Everything
has a touch of triviality to it. like how
none of this calculus shit matters the way
it shouldn’t. the truth. In 26.4 hours i’ll
be dead, & in happiness. Oh little zombie
human fags will know their errors, & be
forever suffering & mournful. HAHAHA, of course
I will miss things. not really.
26.4 hours = roughly 9:30-9:40 AM on April 19, 1999, when Dylan was in 3rd period calculus class (9:25-10:15 AM) per the day planner schedule (JC-001-026244). as burnandraveatcloseofday deduced here.
Classic reblog redux – 16 years ago today.
More ideas Dylan had for making shirts. Written on a memo pad advertising Brooks Brown’s dad’s business.
I love that Dylan had all these t-shirt design ideas and wore his own shirts to school. Brainstorm doodled on Brooks Brown’s dad’s Real Estate notepads yet. LOL.
The statement that Dylan did the night he and Eric were caught after breaking into a van:
“Dylan Klebold 9-11-81
Eric & I were driving home (him driving his car) & we stopped at the parking lot thingy at Deer Creek Rd & Wadsworth. We got out & he set off a few fireworks & then were going around smashing bottles. Then almost at the same time we bot got the idea of breaking into this white van which was something for an electrical (maybe) company. We hoped to get the stuff inside. I put a snow glove, & I tried to mash the passenger window. I tried like 4 times & then Eric tried for a couple times. We then found a rock, & I tried to break the window with that. I unlocked the door from the inside, & took the electrical stuff (& and other things) – (don’t know exactly) & then speed off to Deer Creek open space park. We parked there, & turned on the door light to see what we had. Then an officer saw us, got all that we had & ? went than the process (arresting)
Dylan Klebold”
”..the parking lot thingy..“
“To most people, I appear- well… almost scary, but that’s who I appear to be as people are afraid of what they don’t understand.”
Dylan’s 12th grade teachers:
Pic1: Kristine Macauley – Bowling
Pic2: Joe Higgins – Ap Calculus
Pic3: Eric Kritzer – Philosophy
Pic4: Gary Talocco – Adv video
Pic5: Judy Kelly – Creative writing
Pic6: Thomas Johnson – Psychology(Note: Dylan only had Philosophy from December 21st to on January 5th, when he quit that subject)
Fiddling with the hair.
Dylan had a friend called Devon Adams. As she approached her 16th birthday, she invited Dylan to her party.
“When I first met Dylan, he was very shy, he dressed like a pretty normal kid, jeans and tshirt… He liked computers more than other kids, but besides that, he was fairly normal. He didn’t know how to interact with people without another person there, or something that he could talk about- like a movie, or music.” Devon said.
Behind the reserved, normal Dylan she was familiar with, Devon discovered a rather dark side. Devon went on to say, “He was just kinda goofy, had a rather sneaky sense of humor. And, he was really morose and he’d make jokes about things that a lot of people don’t make jokes about- like death, and about really dark things. […] Dylan, the whole time I knew him, never had a girlfriend, and never talked about a girl he liked, or anything. I mean, I knew that they were girls he liked, and you could tell when he talked to them or looked at them, but he never had a girlfriend or anything. It wasn’t something we talked about, it wasn’t something he was comfortable talking about. […] Dylan was very smart. You could just tell by talking to him, his vocabulary was extensive. A lot of high school kids just don’t use multisyllable words.”
artforcolumbine-deactivated2017:
Serial killers/Mass murderers emulating Natural Born Killer’s film
“Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold of the Columbine High School Massacre were fans of the film. They used the initials of the movie’s title, "NBK,” as a code for their mission: ‘God I can’t wait till they die. I can taste the blood now – NBK" and “the holy April morning of NBK’ are just a few examples. Also, in an undated journal entry, Klebold wrote about his options. ‘I’m stuck in humanity. Maybe going ‘NBK’ w. eric [sic] is the way to break free,’ he wrote, referring to the scheduled rampage”.
The Everlasting Contrast 