4. Transcript of Dylan Klebold's Journal

Below is my original transcription of Dylan Klebold’s journal, with notes, and I improved punctuation, spelling and capitalization to make the text easier to read. Dylan used several drawings or pictographs that had meaning to him, but I did not reproduce them.

Fact: People are so unaware…. well, Ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. —Dylan

A Virtual Book


By: Dylan

Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone not Dylan. (Some supernatural force blocks common people from entering)

March 31st, 1997



Ah yes, this is me writing… just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts—this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think… think… that’s all my life is, just shit loads of thinking… all the time… my mind never stops… music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking… about the asshole [censored by Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office] in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doing things with them, about girls I know (mainly [censored] & [censored]) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream… I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads1 on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule / make fun of people ([censored]) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life—morally. My existence is shit to me—[thought picture] how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities—yet these realities are fake—artificial, induced by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart…. & I sit & think… Science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now—like the mind—yet if the mind is viewed scientifically… Hmm I dwell in the past… thinking of good & bad memories.

A lot on the past though… I’ve always had a thing for the past—how it reacts to the present & the future—or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up with my mind, existence, problem – when Dylan Benet2 Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body… as I see the people at school—some good, some bad—I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ.

Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality, or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses—I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned, & they lack the overdeveloped mind / imagination / knowledge tool. I don’t fit in. The 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, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me—my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, somewhat hoping that people can accept me… that I can accept them… the NIN3 song Piggy is good for thought writing… The Lost Highway4 sounds like a movie about me…5 I’m gonna write later, bye.

April 15th, 1997

Poetry? My way

Da ThoughtZ Yeah

Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yeah. My life is still fucked, in case you care… maybe,… (not?) I have just lost fucking 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back). Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (God I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit.) He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now—let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple good friends, & possessions. What’s bad—no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, [thought picture] me looking weird & acting shyBIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway… I was Mr. Cutter6 tonight—I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much [points to pictograph]. The battle between good & bad never ends… OK enough bitching… well I’m not done yet. OK go… I don’t know why I do wrong with people (mainly women)—it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me. I never know what to say or do. [censored] is soo fucking lucky he has no idea how I suffer…

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 declarations 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 undefineable, 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 gets 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. TTYL7

May 21st, 1997

My thoughtz shit


Yo…. whassup… Heehehehe… Know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear—like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me… Check it… (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here….)

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 outcast, 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. Another… a dream.

Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence. Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180° to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss. The only challenges are no challenge, & then…. [pictograph of a wall] BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life.

Hypnosis place—It is a sky—with one large cloud, & sort of a cloud-made chair—the sun is at the head of the chair… 10 o’clock up into the sky…. Below, I sometimes see myself, & the green (forest green) Earth—sort of a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair—actually like a chaise—& I am talking… to what? I don’t know—it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t… & we talk like we are the same person—like he’s my soul….

[pictograph of a ‘thought box’] The everlasting contrast….

Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. 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, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fucking morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers—but, exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception—most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind!


July 23rd, 1997

A changing time

«-VoDkA-»’s Thoughts

The [censored]8 Situation

It is not good for me right now (like it ever is)… but anyway… My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained…. “passed on”… in my book. Ever since [censored]9 (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him… that’s the only place he’s been with her… If anyone had any idea how sad I am… I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely…. When [censored] came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes). We did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around… I hope.

That’s all for this topic… maybe I’ll never see this again…

My 1st Love???

OH my God….. I am almost sure I am in love… with [censored]10. Hehehe… such a strange name, like mine… Yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her (almost) perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular, her friends (who I know)—some. I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno….

[censored], I love you


September 5th, 1997

Life, sucks

My thoughts

Oooh god I want to die sooo bad… such a sad, desolate, lonely, unsalvageable I feel I am… not fair, NOT FAIR!!! I wanted happiness!! I never got it… Let’s sum up my life… the most miserable existence in the history of time…. My best friend has ditched me forever, but in bettering himself & having / enjoying / taking for granted his love…. I’ve NEVER been this… not 100 times near this… they look at me [censored] like I’m a stranger…. I helped them both out thru life, & they left me in the abyss of suffering when I gave them the boost out. The one who I thought was my true love, [censored], is not. Such a shell of what I want the most… The meanest trick was played on me—a fake love…. She in reality doesn’t give a good fuck about me… doesn’t even know me….. I have no happiness, no ambitions, no friends, & no LOVE!!! [censored] can get me that gun I hope, I wan to use it on a poor SOB. I know… his name is vodka, Dylan is his name too.11 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. [censored]… funny how I’ve been thinking about her over the last few days… giving myself fake realities that she, others MIGHT have liked me, just a bit… my bad… I have always been hated, by everyone & everything, just never aware…. Goodbye all the crushes I’ve ever had, just shells… images, no truths… [pictograph] BUT WHY? YES, you can read this, why did [illegible].

[below the pictograph] A dark time, infinite sadness, I want to find love.

Ignorance is bliss

happiness is ambition

desolation is knowledge

pain is acceptance

despair is anger

denial is helpless

martyrism is hope for others

advantages taken are causes of martyrism

revenge is sorrow

death is a reprieve

life is a punishment

others’ achievements are tormentations

people are alike

I am different


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

me is a god, a god of sadness

exiled to this eternal hell

the people I helped, abandon me

I am denied what I want,

to love & to be happy

being made a human

without the possibility of BEING human

the cruelest of all punishments

to some I am crazy

it is so clear, yet so foggy

everything’s connected, separated

I am the only interpreter of this

I would rather have nothing than be nothing

some say godliness isn’t nothing

humanity is the something I long for

I just want something I can never have12

the story of my existence.


October 14th, 1997

Fuck ev.13


Me. Sorry I didn’t write, A SHITLOAD in my existence ride. ok… hell & back… I’ve been to the zombie bliss side….14 & 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 [censored]. I’ll give the phony shit up in a second. Want TRUE love… I just want something I can never have.15

True true. I hate everything, why can’t I die… not fair. I want pure bliss… to be cuddling with [censored], who I think I love deeper than ever… I was hollow, thought I was right. Another form of the Downward Spiral16… deeper & deeper it goes, to cuddle with her—to be one with her, to love, just laying there. I need a girl. This is a weird entry… I [pictograph] should feel happy, but shit brought me down. I feel terrible. The Lost Highway apparently repeats… itself.17 I won’t drink now. [censored] lucky bastard gets a perfect soulmate, who he can admit FUCKING SUICIDE to & I get rejected for being honest about fucking hate for jocks. From the wrong people maybe… [censored] & [censored] Anyway… here are 2 poems.18

Fuck me die me

Awareness signs the warrant for suffering. Why is it that the zombies achieve something me wants (overdeveloped me). They can love, why can’t I? The true existor lives in solitude, always aware, always infinite, always, looking, for, his love. Peace might be the ultimate destination… destination unknown…. I want happiness… Abandonment is present for the martyr. My thoughts exist in, want to live in. I want to find a room in the great hall19 & stay there with my love & never. Sadness seems infinite, & the shell of happiness shines around. Yet the true despair overcomes in this lifetime. How tragic too my FUCKING DUMASS SHITHEAD. I HATE SHIT MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN PIECE OF DEATH THOUGHT AND NOTHING FUCK FUCK FUCK!

No emotions, not caring. Yet another stage in this shit life. Suicide… Dylan Klebold

November 3rd, 1997

Fuck all


Farther and farther distant… That’s what’s happening… me & everything that zombies consider real… just images, not life. Soon I will be at peace I hope… Burn [pictograph of musical notes] “with all your life fucked up around you” [musical notes]. I get more depressed with each day… more shit…. & I can’t ever STOP IT!!!!

Some god I am…. All people I ever might have loved have abandoned me, my parents piss me off & hate me… want me to have fucking ambition!! How can I when I get screwed & destroyed BY EVERYTHING??!!! I have no money, no happiness, no friends… Eric will be getting further away soon… I’ll have less than nothing… how normal. I wanted to love… I wanted to be happy and ambitions and free & nice & good & ignorant…. everyone abandoned me… I have small stupid pleasures… my so called hobbies & doings… those are all that’s left for me… clinging onto the smallest rocks… many [pictograph] people climbing up a never ending vertical cliff…. [censored] & [censored] found a plateau to exist on…they walked up me to get to it. Nobody will help me… only exist with me if it suits them. I helped, why can’t they? [censored] will get me a gun, I’ll go on my killing spree against anyone I want. More crazy… deeper in the spiral, lost highway repeating20, dwelling on the beautiful past ([censored] & [censored] getting drunk) with me, everyone moves on, I always stayed. Abandonment. This room sucks. Want to die.

Everything is as least expected. The meek are trampled on, the assholes prevail, the gods are deceiving, lost in my little insane asylum with the outhouse redneck music playing…. want to die & be free with my love… if she even exists. She probably hates me… finds a [illegible] or a jock who treats her like shit. I remember details… nothing worth remembering I remember. I don’t know my love: could be [censored], or [censored], or [censored], or [censored], or anyone. I don’t know & I’m sick of not knowing!! To be kept in the dark is a punishment!! I have lost my emotions… like in Hurt21 the song. NIN.22 People eventually find happiness I never will. Does that make me a non-human? YES. The god of sadness…. [censored] church was so fun… the rec thing with [illegible].

[various pictographs]

January 2nd, 1998

Beeerr… Man I don’t know what’s up lately… never do in existence. All this shit with [censored] & [censored]friends… so weird & different from past…. yet again, that’s the way in existence. I wonder if I’ll ever have a love… my love. [censored] got his, I don’t, won’t ever get mine. Here’s all the people I’ve loved, or at least liked (or thought I loved)—all the same meaning

[a list of names and a pictograph]

[censored] is the newest… the purest (for now)… seems perfect for me… I seem perfect for her. I was delusional and thought she waved at me the last day of school. Oh well… my emotions are gone. So much past pain at once, my senses are numbed. The beauty of being numb. Laters

February 2nd, 1998

The everything

Existence… to understand

Well well… so much changes… (like existence). I understand almost everything now… so close to my love—[censored]. The runes have shown it, she has shown it, I have felt it. I know the meaning of each life: to be loved by your love, & to be happy with oneself. Only for the gods though (me, [censored], etc.). The zombies & their society band together & try to destroy what is superior & what they don’t understand & are afraid of. Soon… either I’ll commit suicide, or I’ll get with [censored] & it will be NBK for us.23 My happiness. Her happiness. NOTHING else matters. I’ve been caught with most of my crimes – for example drinking, smoking & the house vandalism, & the pipe bombs. If, by fate’s choice, [censored] didn’t love me, I’d slit my wrist & blow up atlanta24 strapped to my neck. It’s good, understanding a hard road since my realization, but it gets easier. BUT IT DOESN’T! That’s part of existence. Unpredictable. Existence is pure hell & pure heaven at the same time. I will never stop wondering. The lost highway will never end, the music in my head will never stop… It’s all part of existence. The hall will never end.25 The love will always be there. GOD I LOVE HER!!! It’s so great to love.

Society is tightening its grip on me, & soon I & [censored] 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.

Almost happiness is slavery—to be real, people (gods) are slaves to the majority of zombies26, but we know & love being superior.

I didn’t want to be a jock. I hated the happiness that they have—& I will have something infinitely better…

I love her, & she loves me.

(By the way, some zombies are smarter than others, some manipulate … like my parents.)

I am GOD, [censored] is GOD

the zombies will pay for their arrogance, hate, fear, abandoned, & distrust

I love you [censored]. 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 [pictograph] will destroy it if I conceive / relish in it when I’m a human, but I love her. We are soulmates. [pictograph]

I love you, [censored]

You don’t consciously know who I am (please don’t skip to the back: read the note as it was written), & undoubtedly unconsciously too. I, who write this, love you beyond infinince. I think about you all the time, how this world would be a better place. If you loved me as I do you. I know what you’re thinking: “(some psycho wrote me this harassing letter)” I hoped we could have been together… you seem a bit like me. Pensive, quiet, an observer, not wanting what is offered here (school, life, etc.) You almost seem lonely, like me. You probably have a boyfriend though, & might not have given this note another thought. I have thought you my true love for a long time now, but… well… there was hesitation. You see I can’t tell if you think of anyone as I do you, & if you did who that would be. Fate put me in need of you, yet this earth blocked that with uncertainties. I will go away soon, but I just had to write this to you, the one I truly loved. Please, for my sake, don’t tell anybody about this, as it was only meant for you. Also, please don’t feel any guilt about my soon-to-be “absence” of this world (it is solely my decision: no one else’s) oh… the thoughts of us… doing everything together, not necessarily anything, just to be together would have been pure heaven. I guess it’s time to tell you who I am. I was in a class with you 1st semester, & was blessed with being with you in a report. I still remember your laugh. Innocent, beautiful, pure. This semester I still see you—rarely. I am entranced during 5th period, as we both have it off. 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. I denied who I was for a long time. Until high school….27 anyway, you have noticed me a few times, I catch every one of these gazes with an open heart. I think you know who I am by now. Unfortunately… even if you did like me even the slightest bit, you would hate me if you knew who I was. I am a criminal. I have done things that almost nobody would even think about condoning. The reason that I’m writing you now is that I have been caught for the crimes I committed, & I want to go to a new existence. You know what I mean (suicide). I have nothing to live for, & I wont be able to survive in this world after this legal conviction. However, if it was true that you loved me as I do you… I would find a way to survive. Anything to be with you. I would enjoy life knowing that you loved me. 99/100 chances you probably think I’m crazy, & want to stay as far away as possible. If that’s the case, then I’m very sorry for involving an innocent person in my problems, & please don’t think twice. However, if you are who I hoped for in my dreams & realities, then do me a favor: leave a piece of paper in my locker saying anything that comes to you. Well, I guess this is it—goodbye, & I love(d) you.

Dylan Klebold

June 8th, 1998

Our halcyon

I LOVE [censored]!! I love her to infinince. I look back on my awareness journey, see the parts & sections of my understanding… it’s almost done, yet it is never done, I love [censored]. She is my soulmate, my love, all the imaginative halcyons & pure existences I have with her (to me) are almost happiness… I just wish I could call her… something blocks me from calling her, my human side is putting up a wall to prevent me from calling her, like a fear of “its” truth. BS. I will overcome all fears, doubts, & zombie-based thoughts (oxymoron) … I will follow our hearts to the halcyon, loving her. I love you [censored]

June 10th, 1998

I think, don’t care

Forever fate, up & down spiral

1.5 human years… so much changed in small time, my friends (at my choice) are depleting & collapsing under each other (Eric & [censored]) like I thought they would, I am ready to be with [censored]. The ups & downs of fate are forever, good & bad, equal me. The lost highway, & downward spiral never end. Existence is like infinity times itself. [pictograph of ∞ to the power of ∞] I have passed thru this much of the ever existence, this is almost a checkpoint. The zombies have set their place in my mind [pictograph] for the cliff theory [1] I’ve jumped off with & we’ve floated away to the halcyon. The zombies will pay for their being, their nature. I know everything, yet I know nothing. I am a [pictograph of a ‘thought box’] true god. My infinite memories, thoughts, perceivations of purity come a lot more with her, there is pure pure happiness—the purpose of our existence. I hate, love things, hate everything, love me & [censored]. I understand that I can never ever be a zombie, even if I wanted to. The nature of my entity. Soon we will live in the halcyons of our minds, the one thing that made me a god. Things are so simple, now that they are infinitely complicated. HAHAHAHA.

I understand the everything. I am the god of the everything. Fate is my only master. This is probably my last entry. I love my self close second to [censored] my everlasting love. Goodbye.

I will never stop learning

Dylan Klebold

January 20th, 1999

This Shit

This shit again. Back at writing, doing just like a fucking zombie. Lately I can’t change my mind from the fucking deeds of zombies. Earth, humanity, HERE, that’s mostly what I think about. I hate it. I want to be free… free… I thought it would have been time by now. The pain multiplies infinitely, never stops (yet?) I’m here, STILL alone, still in pain, so is she. The thing I have concluded is that [pictograph resembling ‘fate’] will decide when we should be together. [pictogaph resembling ‘fate’] Decided when our existence started, it should end the same way, with us unknowing, in limbo. I love you [censored]. Always have, will. The scenarios, images, pieces of happiness still come. They always will. I love her she loves me. I know she is tired of suffering as I am. It is time. It is time. I love her. The journey, the endless journey started, it has to end. We need to be happy to exist truly. I see her in perfection, the halcyons. I await endless purity. I exist as less than nothing without her. –O. my humanity, –O. I don’t know if I should call her, or wait for [pictograph resembling ‘fate’] to act. Yet, calling her is a state of humanity. 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. I’m sorry [censored]. Always I feel the happiness here, thinking of her, for brief moments. That’s how I know the everything is true.

I hate this non-thinking stasis. I’m stuck in humanity. Maybe going “NBK” (gawd) with Eric is the way to break free. I hate this.

The weather is a replication of our thoughts. The happiness is possible, imminent, I love you [censored].

The happiness is close, visible ending, end of the beginning of the halcyons.

The humanity is blocking me again. Time to go. Hahahaha fuck all. Hate this shit, need to be me, [illegible], love her.

The 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. I guess being yourself means letting people know about inner thoughts too, not just opinions & fashions.28 (Heheh.) I will be free one day, in the land of purity & my happiness, I will have a love, someone who is me in a way. Someday… possibly thru this life, maybe another, but it will happen…

Love is more valuable than anything I know. To love is to enter a completion of oneself. I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who take it for granted. Love is greater than life even. As I look for love, I feel I can’t find it. Ever. But something tells me I will, someday. Somewhere. As my love will find me, she feels as I do right now, I can feel it, we will be inseparable. Her & I. Whether it is or not, I think I’ll find it (my love). We will be free, to explore the vast wonders of the stars. To cascade down everlong waterfalls, & thru the warmest seas of pure happiness… no limits…. no limits. Nothing will stop us.

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The humanity of here & now clouds all that I see. Yet the me, the one, can now control the pain, & it is done. 5 more days. 5……. a very influential number, another brick in my journeyed wall. Humans are zombies, they scratch for acceptance & greed & kill themselves thru 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.30 Blessed God, not a christian, jesus, Mt. Sinai, Abraham, David, bible gay shit god, but a true controller of existence. [pictograph] was to make us this way.

These moments will be lost in the depressions & caverns of the human books forever, like, tears, in, rain,31 but the thoughts will be eternal. To explain the happiness is impossible even 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 [equation]. That makes me dumb! Because I can’t stay thinking in a 2nd dimension, I go to the 5th! Haha. So I wait 5 more days. 5 more days. 5 eternities, & I know her & I are all 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 die32, time to be free, time to love.

1. One day, one is the beginning, ? the end. Hahaha. Reversed, yet true. About 26.5 hours from now the judgment 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.



Ok, this is my will. This is a fucking human thing to do, but whatever. [censored]—you were a badass, never failed to get me up when I was down. Thanks. You get FUCKT.

1Level designs for the computer game Doom.


3Nine Inch Nails, a rock band.

4The Lost Highway (1997) by David Lynch.

5In this film, a devil figure murders the wife of protagonist Fred, who is bored with his dull life and uninspiring sex life. The devil figure met Fred at a party and said that he never enters someone’s life uninvited. After the death of his wife, the police arrest Fred and a court sentences him to death. In his cell, Fred then transforms into another person, Pete. Pete is a younger man with a thrilling life. Near the end of the movie, Pete turns back into Fred. While driving down a ‘lost’ highway, Fred’s skin burns up, as if burning in hell for having sold his soul to the devil. Perhaps Dylan also felt trapped in a boring life, equally willing to die for a few short moments excitementif so, his wish came true on April 20th, 1999.

6Mr. Cutter, Dylan probably cut himself by accident.

7Talk to you later.

8“Zack”; Zack Heckler, a friend of Eric and Dylan.

9“Devon”; Devon Adams.

10“Harriet”; nobody named Harriet came forward since the attacks. Peter Langman believes Dylan meant Sasha Jacobs, because after the attacks she reported to have dated Dylan I find that unbelievable considering how much Dylan wrote about not getting a girl. Another possibility is that Harriet is derived from HarrisEric Harris. As we will see, Dylan left a number of clues in his following entries that he may in fact have meant Eric.

11He means to use the gun on himself.

12May refer to the Nine Inch Nail song Something I can never have.

13Everything or everyone.

14Refers to the ‘ignorant bliss’ of the “un-existable brainless zombies”, namely a happily unaware and fulfilling social life, see the May 21st entry.

15May refer to the Nine Inch Nails song Something I can never have.

16Downward Spiral, a song and album by Nine Inch Nails.

17As explained in the note for the March 31st entry, the protagonist in the film The Lost Highway transforms a man bored with his life into a man with an exciting life. Dylan thought that the movie was about him. But he believes, apparently, it repeats itself: back to the boring life and start over.

18Probably refers to the two poems on the page before this.

19See the April 15th entry on the meaning of the ‘great hall’.

20His third reference to The Lost Highway.

21A song by Nine Inch Nails.

22Nine Inch Nails.

23NBK, or Natural Born Killers, was the code word for the attacks. “NBK for us,” while referring to Harriet is strange and may be a clue that Harriet means Eric Harris, at least to Dylan.

24“Eric named the bombs he built ‘Atlanta’ was one of his bombs.” Langman, “Dylan Klebold’s Journal.”

25The great hall of life, see earlier entries.

26Dylan’s frequent use of ‘zombies’ means the common man, including also his own parents.

27What did he deny until high school?

28Dylan feels “different”, does not want to be abandoned and persecuted for it, but he does not let others know about these inner thoughts?

29Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office, “Columbine Documents,” 26484–85.

30In an earlier entry, Dylan wrote that self-awareness “signs the warrant for suffering,” but now he finds it a godlike quality.

31“These moments will be lost […] like, tears, in, rain” is a reference to Rutger Hauer’s soliloquy in Blade Runner (1982). In the final scene, he says, “I have… seen things you people wouldn’t believe… Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those… moments… will be lost in time, like [small cough] tears… in… rain. Time… to die…”

32“Time to die,” another reference to Blade Runner.

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