Quacking up for the camera
Dyl’s crinkled-eyed smile and nose appreciation post… 😉
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.
Dyl’s crinkled-eyed smile and nose appreciation post… 😉


When Dylan got his drivers license October 16, 1997, the dossier mentions corrective lenses. However, it is possible that after his first (and last) license permit was issued, he might’ve worn contact lenses. The drivers license data often isn’t updated regularly enough to reflect such changes. Of course, we don’t know to what extent Dylan’s vision needed correction He may have only needed a slight bit of correction – but then again, if you look at the close-up photo of him with glasses when he’s attending Devon’s bday party, you can see that the lenses are fairly thick and they distort his eyes making them seem smaller. Usually, thick lenses automatically suggest that he needed a fair to heavy amount of optical correction. It seems a good possibility that he wore contact licenses during the day while at school and work so he wouldn’t have to deal with the ‘four eyes geek’ comments from jocks and such. He could also switch to his signature sunglasses while wearing contacts. Who wants to go through the hassle of switching off the eyeglasses to put on sunglasses? By the end of the day when Dyl got home, he’d pull out his beater eye glasses, giving his eyes a much needed break while chilling out in the comfort of his own home. The video footage that Judy Brown filmed shows Dyl with his glasses on while working sound in theater. I would bet this was in the evening when he was doing pre-production for plays so he just preferred to wear his glasses as it was probably more comfortable around theater peers.

.— Dylan Klebold, The God of Sadness
crumpling in on himself..

Love the way his thumbs point. Gotta be double jointed. 😉

second poem for national poetry month. my theme is “letters to school shooters” and this one is for dylan.
After we die, our spirit transcends back into the spirit world. How we experience that process is different for each of us based the needs of own personal perception, beliefs, state-of-mind. For example, not all of us see the proverbial ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ – for someone else, you might find yourself in a beautiful forest and for others you might be suddenly in the familiar, comforting surroundings of your grandmothers home. The experience of ‘heaven’ really is created/generated for the individual based on what they need the most from the experience. Some of us find our way swiftly to the other side while for others, it’s more of a transitioning process. The length of that ‘coming to terms’ is solely up to you though there are spirit guides, relatives, and even pets, waiting in the wings to reunite with you, to help you accept and embrace the ‘new you’ and transition onward. For some of the victims having died a sudden death, it might have take them a while to fully comprehend that their earthly existence was over with and they had no control of their life being taken from them. For the shooters – and for shooters/murderers in general I should say – exiting the earth plane carrying heavy transgressions on the shoulders might have made them hesitant in feeling worthy enough to forgive themselves, to allow themselves to progress onward. Given the mental state at their death, their spiritual minds were still in a broken place still in sync with where their depressed, disillusioned physical minds had left them. For Eric, the transition and progression onward was a slow process as he stumbled around in the dark within his limited ego based mindset. He was angry that the bombs did not go off, that he failed at NBK and life, that he irrevocably disappointed his family beyond redemption – everything was just excruciatingly wrong and defeating the moment he hastily stuck the shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. So, Eric was kind of haunted within himself and it took him longer to process everything and move onward. Whereas for Dylan, who wanted to leave his existence so badly and to be in a better place, he pretty much never looked back and so ascended and crossed over swiftly. Dylan also kind of knew where he was hoping to head, he envisioned it and had a sort of trust and faith that he’d get there. Eric didn’t know what to expect. The other thing that happens upon death is the life review which further helps the acceptance and enlightenment process. The life review helps facilitate exponential ‘ah-ha!’ moments where your spirit begins to fully comprehend how things really and truly are from a ‘Bird’s Eye’ perspective of the collective consciousness and no longer operating from the narrow, limited viewpoint of a ego-based human individual operating separately within the physical three dimensional world. Eventually though, all – victims and perpetrators – end up processing their way through the transitioning / enlightenment process and all are in various states of getting to where they needed to be to move forward and experience new spiritual avenues of expressing life whether that be on other planes of dimensional/planetary existence or eventually reincarnating back on the Earth at a much later date. Spirits are not judged for their actions because living in and experiencing various existences is ultimately about learning, progressing and refining as a spiritual force. So, yes, to answer your question, the victims and shooters having let go of their last earthly incarnation are in a happier, more serene state of being. They are no longer who they were on the earth in 1999; they have evolved and moved onward to the next levels of spiritual enlightenment and transformation.
Here’s a few more spiritual on-topic asks:
Do you think all murderers have punishment in death and life review
I don’t know if it’s so much that Dylan was ‘drawn’ towards kitties? I think his mom preferred cats and so she was open to having two pet cats in the house and so Dylan was pretty much raised with the vibe of cats. Cats have a very quiet, calm, self-contained energy about them. Dogs are more in-your-face with the barking, jumping, rushing up at you as they demand and crave consistent attention in comparison to cats which are more self-reliant, chill and Zen. Dylan was naturally a super sensitive, reactive kid and so dogs could be an overwhelming, intimidating energy for him to be around. Devon Adams mentioned that he tolerated being in the company of her beloved Huskies by being ultra respectful. I get the feeling he tread very carefully and was minimal in interaction. He seemed super aware about the potential dangers looming in the surrounding wilderness about his home; he worried about whether cougars might attack his two pet cats, Rocky and Lucy. Like the personality of most cats in generally, Dyl could be super shy and reticent in the company of strangers and would take a while for him to warm up to people. Once he felt confident, he’d then let you into his ‘genuine self’ world and might even let you pet him. 😉

Inspired by their favorite movie, Dylan and Eric code-named their super seckret planned date of their attack and likely referenced “NBK” all the time around their friends and family with a smug smirk on their faces.
i.e. “like, dude, I don’t think we can make it to see the Matrix on that day cuz that’s NBK” *wink wink* nyuk nyuk..

I would say yes — at least Dylan did, and enough to want to reference them as part of his webpage layout design.
And come on now, REB n’ VoDkA are just so….


A family friend of mine who was a student at Columbine told me that this one time she was in the cafeteria sitting with Dylan and Nate Dykeman and a jock passing by said “Dylan, you’re fucking ugly”, Dylan just smiled and said “I know.”
I love it at the end when he just flips the phone down, crosses his arms and just does nothing.
Their acting was always spectacular.
Dylan looks very nice.
“..that we need to get rid of in the correct fashion, if you will.”
*knuckle crack, crack, crack* Oh Dyl..
So, hmm, you know this phrase? “Think outside the box”
It is defined as: “A simplified definition for paradigm, a habit of reasoning or a conceptual framework. A analogy is “the box” in the commonly used phrase “thinking outside the box”. What is encompassed by the words “inside the box” is analogous with the current, and often unnoticed, assumptions about a situation. Creative thinking acknowledges and rejects the accepted paradigm to come up with new ideas. On a simple level: Thinking Inside the Box is to follow a structured, limited, rule-based way of thinking and to think outside of the Box is to go beyond it’s boundaries, into limitless creativity and absolute freedom.
Dylan refers to his diagram – “Existence” = ( is) The Box.
The Box is a bit like The Matrix.
What The Box essentially represents is the societal paradigm of a structured ‘life existence’ framework. Within the confines of The Box’s parameters, he defines the present, limited human hierarchical order in this this current existence. Yes, I know that was a mouthful – sorry about that but bear with me. 😉
Inside of the large ‘Existence Box’ there is a division of boxes within boxes. Dylan further defines a total of four box subset groups as the “limitations”. Each is a box within a box spanning outward smallest to largest in space. The smallest box being the most densely populated and each consecutive one has acquires larger space yet becomes more sparsely populated. Even though all boxes are encompassed under one large box (of Existence), Dylan points out that there is ‘limitation’ as each is a group divided from the other: inclusive to those within each box and exclusive to those outside of each box. The first box is densely populated and labeled “Most” but it’s also the smallest box. In short, it includes many but it’s small in space. This signifies that the acceptable majority within society are also the most select, exclusive group and tucked away within the corner of the box almost as if it’s harder to obtain that special, designated space. There are many within it but it will only hold, or include, so many citizens that are ‘lucky’ enough to be deemed a part of it’s community. It is also the smallest box in the literal sense because it represents the small minded sorts that rely on thinking inside the box at the most limited, confining sense of existence. Spanning out from the smallest, elite “Most” box is the larger box defined as “Some”. This grouping is next in line to have a sense of belonging in a fairly acceptable existence group yet the box is a bit larger, less crowded (like the cattle or herd of “Most” )and more liberal in space but also in terms of societal rules and regulations. Outside of “Some”, are the “Few”. This third box essentially represents ‘the outcasts’ category from the two previous acceptable degrees of the societal majority. The “Some” have a esser sense of community or belonging here inside “Existence” but it’s also a larger box and containing the free-thinker, the unconventional citizens embracing less acceptable liberal minded views to that of the herd mentality of the “Most/Few” society. While the ‘Some’ are misfits they have their own opposing brand of ‘special’ to the elite “Most”; they are unique individualists that think for themselves and do not follow the masses. They do not need a mass of others to set the rules and help define them. Outside the “Few” is the vast box of “None” which represents…..no one… it is the no man’s land of “the nobodies”, the “nothings” , the bottom-of-the-barrel losers of society that don’t even amount to a mere blip on the radar of human societal existence.
Interesting to note, that Dylan does not even put himself here or even “Some”. Dylan puts himself completely outside of the Existence Box which means he is exiled even from the ostracized faceless “none”. He is also puts himself far, far below it as if symbolically he’s ‘fallen’ from it’s grace. Basically, he means to say, that he does not fit into any or all of the human Existence subset categories of “limitations” as defined within The Box structure. This is because Dylan sees himself as a stranger completely and utterly isolated and detached from the foreign, limiting societal framework that is The Existence Box. For all intent and purpose, you may as well say that Dylan views himself as an Alien from another planet. A stranger external from and rebuking a foreign land. He does not belong or fit into any category with The Box and not even the the most excluded category within it; he’s separate and divorced completely of It because he’s simply not even part of the paradigm structure equation. Actually, Dylan draws a box around himself as “Me” which defines himself separate, vastly different and complete disconnected from society.
He also writes “Infinincy” which amounts to essentially forever-ness within/without the vast universe of time, space and thought continuum.
Larger than The Existence Box itself, is the symbolic paradigm of the triple-barred cross, Dylan’s ‘Everlasting Contrast’ symbol, which is the moral, spiritual compass of Life (Ankh), and the Universe as a whole. The Existence Box is positioned in the middle, between the duality or joined opposing forces of “Good” and “Bad” and represents the struggle within the balance between the two forces. The Existence Box and all contained within it, are defined by the these Dualism laws under a sense of ‘morality’ by way of the rigid tenants of ‘religion’. According to Dylan, “They”, within the Box, believe that ‘Good’ and “Evil” is a battle that can be won, yet to him, They simply don’t understand that the dual opposing constructs are merely a universal constant that humanity can’t ever hope to overcome or triumph over. Dylan defines himself as the large slash (“cut here”) intersecting across the two polar, mirror opposites in union yet also conflicting division within himself. He’s embraces his contrasts yet struggles with the dark and the light within him.
“Good and Bad equals me.”
“The (paradigm) 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.”


Thinking of suicide gives me hope that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life – that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe – my mind, my body, everywhere, everything at PEACE – me – my soul (existence)
all you need to know about this fic is that eric and dylan fired way more rounds than they expected, theres only round left, and i am a cruel man. part one of probably two but dont hold me to that.
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The fire alarm had been
going on for so long that it had become nothing more than a beep; loud and
cutting but at least not as consistent as it had been beforehand. Eric was
thankful. He didn’t think his splitting headache could deal with it for much
longer – not that he thought he would have to, anyway.He ached. His head ached, his nose ached,
his shoulders ached. The room around him
was still now, and all he could think about was how much he ached. Every step
he took grew more sluggish than the last, and it was becoming more and more
difficult to avoid the scattered chairs and the desks as he weaved in and out
of them. On the other side of the table, walking parallel to him, Dylan seemed
to be having the same trouble. They said nothing to one another. There was
nothing left to say.Eric glanced down in time to step over a
large pool of blood that was soaking into the carpet. It was thick and dark,
and if he looked to the side, he could see the body it had once belonged to. It
already seemed like a relic from decades ago. He no longer felt anything
looking at them.
Love this gritty and sad AU story – Good stuff!
Hope they do more. 🙂

*walks into purgatory 10 minutes late wearing jeans & a t-shirt*
..is She here..?

Of course Dylan was aware of it. You don’t just become the brunt of your class’s jokes without being aware of it.
This kind of breaks my heart.
Btw, Brett O’Nieill went on to teach at Columbine. [006974]