Dylan Klebold’s Journal: April 1999
[Undated Entry/Written in April 1999]
The humanity of here & now clouds all that I see. Yet the me, the one, can now control the pain, & it is done. Five more days. Five… A very influential number, another brick in my journeyed wall. Humans are zombies, they search for acceptance & greed & kill themselves through each other. They will never learn, or maybe they will, but won’t have the strength to learn. To be aware is not a trait, it’s a Godlike thing, Blessed God. Not a Christian, Jesus, Mount Sanai, Abraham, David, Bible-gay-shit God, but a true controller of existence. Chaos has to make us this way.
These moments will be lost in the depressions & caverns of the human books forever, like, tears, in, pain, but the thoughts will be eternal. To explain the happiness is impossible ever for fate. It’s just a pure halcyon set to last more existences than a conceivable number. Stupid gay nigger humans think I’m “crazy.” Or they think I’m childish. Hahaha. Because I can’t solve sin52xss3xdx. That makes me dumb! Because I can’t stay thinking in a second dimension, I go to the fifth! Haha. So I wait 5 more days. 5 more days. 5 eternities. & I know he & I are conceived from ourselves & each other. Every night of the self-awareness journey, every thought we conceived, we have finished the race. Time to die. Everything we knew, we were able to understand it, to perceive it, into what we should, everything we knew, we know & use. An understanding of the everything. An Einstein stuck in an ant’s body. We are the nature of existence. The zombies were a test to see if our love was genuine. We are in wait of our reward, each other. The zombies will never cause us pain anymore. The humanity was a test. I love you, love. Time to die, time to be free, time to love.
[Undated Entry/Written in April 1999]
One. 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, nerve-wracking & fun.
What fun is life without a little death?
It’s interesting, when I’m in my human form, knowing I’m 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. The little zombie human fags will know their errors, & be forever suffering & mournful, HAHAHA, of course I will miss things. Not really.
[Undated Entry/Written in April 1999]
Dylan Klebold
?-?-?
will
WILL
Ok, this is my will. This is a fucking human thing to do, but whatever,
[redacted] - You were a badass, never failed to get me up when I was down. Thanks. You get…
FUCKT.
[Undated Entry/Written in April 1999]
27 PB’s:
V
1 or 2 grens w. crickets attached
All pocket crickets
1 Charlie
3 alpha
2 beta – in BP?
3 delta
1 fx tnt
1 echo
Snapple bottles of gas &
oil in camera pouch
[Undated Entry/Written in April 1999]
Walk in, set bombs at 11:09, for 11:17
Leave, set car bombs.
Drive to Clemete Park. Gear-up.
Get back by 11:15
Park cars. Set car bombs for 11:18
Get out, go to outside hill, wait.
When first bombs go off, attack.
Have fun!
[Undated Entry/Written in April 1999]
DO SHIT FOR NBK
File off clip.
Buy suspenders.
Buy cargo pants.
Work out carrying gear plan, b-day shit.
Find out how to carry Tec-9.
Get pouches - geologist in your old closet.
Get napalm containers.
Buy straps.
Figure out how to carry knife.
Practice in-car gear-ups.
Get bullets.
Get shells - .00.
Give Reb powder.
Buy Adidas soccer bag(s).
Give Reb glass containers.
Fill up gas cans.
Find volatile combination of gas & oil.
Look for voltage amplifier, Internet or Radioshack.
Buy “Wrath” t-shirt.
Buy punk gloves.
gummygunk
dailybridgerton
vaporwave
titsay
annaxmalina
kaledo-art
stormborns
