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everlasting-contrast:

“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, 2015 – 12:08 am MT

17 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. To be 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.

Adios – Last Basement Tape

Approximately 10:30 a.m. (Mountain Time), Eric’s house

 Harris: Say it now.

Klebold:  Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as [inaudible] or something.

Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye.       Reb …

Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.

Harris: Yeah… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like … just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.

Klebold: [interrupts] We did what we had to do.

Harris: (Chris) Morris, Nate (Dykeman), if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.

Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.

Harris: Susan [Dewitt], sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that Fly CD.

Harris: That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.

Klebold: [sticks his face in the camera]
                                 
GOODBYE.

The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue.”

“I love you [……] that’s all I think about anymore …

I know that this humanity is almost over, that we will be free.

We have proven to Fate that we are the everything of purity & halcyon, & that we deserve, need, love, can’t exist without each other. It’s hard, I think that I might not be enough, my mind sometimes gets stuck on its own things,

I think about human things. All I try to do is imagine the happiness between us. That is something we cannot even conceive in this 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. But I love her. We are soulmates.”

–Dylan Klebold

everlasting-contrast:

ericharrisblog:

15 years ago, Dustin Gorton, Dylan Klebold and Eric Jackson filmed the Breakfast Run, where they went to the former Burger King, on April 19th, 1999.

Dylan entitled this video project ‘American Dream’

Song playing in the backdrop “Americana” by the Offspring
Hmm. Ya think Dylan selected it for his last class video?

Well i’d like to tell you all about my dream, it’s a place
Where strip malls abound and diversion’s mere moments away

Where culture’s defined by the
Ones least refined
And you’ll be left behind
If you don’t fit in
It’s all distorted
In americana my way

Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true

Now give me my cable, fast food, four-by’s, tat’s right away
I want it right now cause my generation don’t like to wait

My future’s determined by
Thieves, thugs, and vermin
It’s quite an excursion
But it’s okay
Everything’s backwards
In americana my way

Well my dream has come true
My vision has come true

I’m a product
Of my environment
So don’t blame me, i just work here

My rights are denied by
Those least qualified
Trading profit for pride
But it’s okay
Everything’s backwards
In americana my way

My nightmare has come true
My nightmare has come true
Yeah, it’s all coming true

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

https://dailymotion.com/video/xuha1l

naturalselectionbkwrath:

everlasting-contrast:

narcissus-narcossis:

Columbine “Breakfast Run” video the day before the shootings.

4/19/99 Last breakfast run at Burger King with driver, Dustin Gorton, Dylan, his co-pilot and Eric Jackson (not Harris) in the backseat.

Dustin Gorton presently runs a “Victims of School Shooters” group on Facebook. Having done this video with Dylan just the day before, his co-pilot even, and then seeing Eric onthe day of must have been extremely devastating for him – like someone yanked the rug out from under him and he slammed his head on the floor. The ultimate feeling of betrayal. 

Dustin Gorton heads: https://mobile.twitter.com/columbinecares

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=328393147778

Video made ​​exactly 16 years ago , the day before the shooting .
It is so sad to know that Dylan knew he would die the next day..

(Source: http://www.dailymotion.com/)

everlasting-contrast:

everlasting-contrast:

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..

everlasting-contrast:

Saturday, April 17, 1999  – 16 years ago at the Columbine senior Prom at the Denver Design Center​….

Cigarettes. A white stretch limo. A girl in a royal-blue prom dress and soft blonde curls. She’s holding his hand.

This was one of Dylan Klebold’s last nights.

Prom night for Columbine. Hardly the outsider, he was one of a dozen dressed-up kids who piled into a limo and dined at a ritzy LoDo restaurant. Then it was off to the dance at the Design Center on South Broadway in Denver.

Dylan wore a black tuxedo, a pink rosebud tucked into his lapel. His long wavy hair slicked back into an uncooperative ponytail.

His date was Robyn Anderson, now a valedictorian contender with her straight-A average. She asked him to the prom — just as friends.

In recent months, Robyn and Dylan’s relationship had been wobbling along that murky territory between friendship and romance.

Robyn later told a friend that Dylan behaved gentlemanly on prom night, complimenting her on her dress.

“They were holding hands and stuff,” said Jessica Hughes, one of the limo crowd.

Jessica sat next to Robyn and Dylan during dinner at Bella Ristorante. There was a lot of silly joking between them, playing with knives and matches.

“They were pretending to light themselves on fire,” Jessica said.

Dylan ate a big salad, followed by a seafood dish with shells, mussels she thinks, then dessert. “I was like, my Lord,” Jessica said.

Jessica and Dylan chatted about a party both planned to attend in a couple weeks, a reunion for kids who’d been in the gifted program in elementary school.

“He was all excited to see everyone,” Jessica said.

Dylan even agreed to bring pizza because he worked at Blackjack.

Back in the limo, no one was drinking anything stronger than Pepsi, Jessica recalled.

The car’s TV was off. The radio was turned to a hard-rock station and on so low the kids drowned out the music. They were being, well, normal goofy teens enjoying themselves. Cameras flashing. Lipstick smiles. Whisking through the night in a mirrored-ceiling car.

“We were flipping people off because the windows were so dark. We were making fun of people,” Jessica said.

Dylan even talked of everyone staying in touch after he left for college in three months.

“He was in a really great mood that night,” another friend in the limo, Monica Schuster, said.

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Classic Reblog redux. – 16th anniversary of the Columbine High School Prom 

April 17, 1999 – April 17, 2015

ericharrisblog:

The mud incident

“We were outside, playing in the leftover snow from a few days before. As we ran around, I found a big patch of ice that was starting to melt but was still plenty solid enough to play with.

“Hey, Dylan!” I said. “Come here!” By the time Dylan arrived, I was already bouncing and sliding on the slushy patch. Dylan gamely joined in, our feet smashing little spiderwebs into the ice as it buckled under our weight.

Dylan’s foot crashed down on a corner of the ice and made the whole patch shift. It tipped into a puddle underneath, which splashed a good amount of muddy water into the air. A girl in our class was standing nearby, wearing a brand-new coat her parents had just given her, the mud left a jagged brown stripe right down the front of it.

It was an accident. We hadn’t thought the ice was going to do that. But our classmate took one look at her ruined coat and started screaming.

The second grade teacher immediately ran over to assess what was happening.

[…] We tried to get the teacher to listen to us, but she ordered us to be quiet as she carried the girl’s coat into the bathroom.

Both of us were bawling by the time she had us at the sink, wetting a toothbrush. She put the coat in Dylan’s hands. “I want this cleaned!” she ordered. “You two will stay in here and scrub that mud off, and you’re not leaving until I say you’re finishes!”
Choking back our tears, we took up the brush and started working. We quickly discovered that using a toothbrush on mud wasn’t very efficient – but we didn’t have any choice. Both of us continued to cry, our ears burning red from the embarrassment of being yelled at, of our teacher’s spiteful glare, of people looking at us as we worked.

“It’s not coming out!” Dylan kept saying, rubbing the same spot for what seemed like the 500th time.

“We have to get it,” I remember saying in response. I just kept repeating that. “We have to get it.” – No Easy Answers

What exactly were Dylan’s kinks and/or fetishes? Also, did he mention any of it in his journals?

As referenced in Dylan’s journal: 

pg. 26,414 ; 1-20-99

“I’m forever sorry, infinitely, about the pornos. My humanity has a foot fetish & bondage extreme liking. I try to thwart it sometimes to no effect. Yet the masturbation has stopped.”  

and here:

pg. 26,396 ; 9-5-97
“[redacted] can get me that gun I hope, I wanna use it on a poor SOB. I know … his name is vodka, dylan is his name too. What else can I do/give … I stopped the pornography. I try not to pick on people. Obviously at least one power is against me.”


From there we can essentially extrapolate some of his preferred kinks/fetish genre tastes. I think from ‘97 up to‘99, he began to gravitate towards these specific themes more heavily whereas earlier on it was just various and sundry porn. 

ask-rebandvodka:

Interview with a past pupil of Columbine.
(I’m keeping her name private as she requested. )

Q: Did you like Eric or Dylan? (Submitted by anonymous)

Pupil: I talked to Eric once or twice. He seemed nice but tended to not talk much, when he did, he was very outspoken and full of opinions.
Dylan I talked to a lot. He was really shy and wouldn’t open his mouth. He’d take about ten minutes to actually say something. But after that, he wouldn’t stop talking.
Both of them were extremely intelligent, especially when it came to computers.

Q: What was Dylan like in general? You mentioned him being clumsy. (Submitted by anonymous)

Pupil: He very much indeed was clumsy. He’d trip up and pretend that he meant to.
He’d also make lots of jokes if things got serious.
He was very caring, I was pushed by another student and he kept asking if I was okay, I was because they didn’t mean it but he was concerned.

Q: What did Eric and Dylan like? What food did they eat?
(Submitted by anonymous)

Pupil: They had a very different taste from everyone else. Dylan used to talk about Nine Inch Nails a lot, and Eric would wear a KMFDM shirt.
Food wise, Dylan would eat almost anything. One time I was eating potato chips and he kept grabbing a handful and said sorry all the time. It was pretty funny.

Q: How did Dylan act around the girls he liked? (Submitted by anonymous)

Pupil: I don’t think I ever saw him around the girls he did like but he did say he had a big crush on someone and he hoped they’d realise and would like him back.

Q: What did Dylan usually do on a typical day? Did he go out or stay at home a lot?

Pupil: I’m not entirely sure. He’d normally complain about work and things like that. He told me he wanted to try write some poetry, but he didn’t want to share it incase people thought he was weird.

“He’d take about ten minutes to actually say something. But after that, he wouldn’t stop talking.”

“One time I was eating potato chips and he kept grabbing a handful and said sorry all the time.”

“He very much indeed was clumsy. He’d trip up and pretend that he meant to.”

Oh, the lolz. I think this just made my weekend a whole lot better. 😏 and the poetry, yeah..

“…I was still as he came my way again. 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 felt emanating from him power, complacence, closure, and godliness.  The man smiled, and in that instant, through no endeavor of my own, I understood his actions.”

    – Dylan Klebold, Creative Writing Class, 4th Period.