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PuNtErS & pRoGs and Waldo, Oh My!

Ponytailllllll

Fact: People are so unaware…..well, ignorance is bliss I guess….that would explain my depression.
About in the middle.
A Virtual Book
EXISTENCES
By: Dylan
Properties: This Book cannot be opened by anyone ‘cept Dylan. Some supernatural force blocks common people from entering.
<<-VoDkA->>
<<-DyLaN->>
The Transceiver of the Everything
(metaphysics with Dylan Klebold)
4-15-97
“Ok here’s some poetry… this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things…
Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The petty destinations of others & everything on this world, in this world, He knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to Him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything…using His mind, the most powerful tool known to Him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions… the everything is his realm. Yet, the more He thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to Him at this time, how He wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to Him, the answer.
How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others’ actions, reactions, emotions, doings, and thoughts, he sets a mental picture of what, in His mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers, conceive questions and at long last he is content.
TTTYL «-VoDkA-» ”
5-2-97
“Within the known limits of time… within the conceived boundaries of space… the average human thinks those are the settings of existence… Yet The Ponderer, The Outkast, The Believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions” says The Ponderer, “but of 3 as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions – L, W & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see My 3 dimensions – My realm of thought – time, space & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists – anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet, those are the best emotions of a Ponderer. The real difference is, a True Ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them.”
–Dylan Klebold

Onyx ring.

Dyl’s curly ringlet = adorable
“Jamie Shofner (4,412) would occasionnaly walk around the school with Dylan. She recalled one day when she was with him and a few of his friends outside of the school at a designated smoking area. Dylan was given a test from an unknown magazine regarding normalcy. The test indicated that Dylan was normal. Jamie was surprised at the result. She stated she thought Dylan was strange because he always wore his sunglasses. Dylan told her he paid between 200 to 300 dollars for his sunglasses. One day, he was at school and seemed very depressed and he told her it was because he broke his sunglasses.”
Aw, broke his sunglasses and blue about it – wished that was in his journal.
Layne Newton : Had class with Klebold and went to Ken Caryl Middle School—In CHS, She said DK had History class with her. She said for a project in this history class, the students were told to pick a partner to work with on this project. She noticed that Dylan didn’t have a partner so she asked him if he wanted to be her partner. Dylan got upset and turned her offer down, refusing to be her partner. (2-3 weeks before 4-20).
Dyl’s pissed. No fun being the last picked and the odd man out without a partner and I guess he didn’t care for her! 😦
“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.”
“Senior Chris Hooker, who has enlisted in the Navy, tried to recruit Dylan Klebold one day, but his sales pitch fell on deaf ears.
“He didn’t seem to like the military,” Hooker says. “He didn’t sound like he agreed with everything going on in Kosovo and the bombing of Iraq. – … I gave him my opinion on Kosovo. I said I wanted to be there. He said, ‘Who cares about Kosovo? That’s their problem.’ “

His smile at the end of this gif, I just. ♥
The loveliest smile I have ever seen
Dylan’s Last Journal Entry
DO SHIT FOR NBK
File off clip.
Buy suspenders.
Buy cargo pants
work out carrying gear plan BDay shit
Find out how to carry Tec-9
Get pouches – geologist in yer old closet.
Get napalm containers
Buy straps Figure out how to carry knife
Practice in-car gearups
Get bullets
Get shells – .00
Give Reb powder
Buy Adidas soccer bag(s)
Give Reb glass containers
Fill up gascans
Find volatile combo. of gas & oil
Look for voltage amplifier, Internet or Radioshak
Buy “wrath” t-shirt
Buy punk gloves.


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










































