Month: August 2017

No Easy Answers: The Truth Behind Death at Columbine

On April 20, 1999, Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, two seniors at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado, walked into their school and shot to death twelve students and one teacher, and wounded many others. It was the worst single act of murder at a school in U.S. history. Few people knew Dylan Klebold or Eric Harris better than Brooks Brown. Brown and Klebold were best friends in grade school, and years later, at Columbine, Brown was privy to some of Harris and Klebolds darkest fantasies and most troubling revelations. After the shootings, Brown was even accused by the police of having been in on the massacre simply because he had been friends with the killers.

Now, for the first time, Brown, with journalist Rob Merritt, gets to tell his full version of the story. He describes the warning signs that were missed or ignored, and the evidence that was kept hidden from the public after the murders. He takes on those who say that rock music or video games caused Klebold and Harris to kill their classmates and explores what it might have been that pushed these two young men, from supposedly stable families, to harbor such violent and apocalyptic dreams.

Shocking as well as inspirational and insightful, No Easy Answers is an authentic wake-up call for all the psychologists, authorities, parents, and law enforcement personnel who have attempted to understand the murders at Columbine High School. As the title suggests, the book offers no easy answers, but instead presents the unvarnished facts about growing up as an alienated teenager in America today.

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Ancient – Black Funeral

Bring the black box to the altar
Now raise your hands and do the sign
Oh, hail Satan, yes hail Satan
Lay down your swords, the evil star

It’s a black funeral
She was a victim of my coven

Open the black box on the altar
Her blood is still hot, so let it out
Oh hail Satan, yes hail Satan
Now drink it, drink, drink, forget that whore

It’s a black funeral
She was the victim of my coven

Storage Unit: Street Weave | Funeral System

I’m still recuperating from this past weekend; too much cheap whiskey, beer, and hair thrashing. I had a really good time though. Eli, Adam, and Jenn’s band, Street Weave, played their second show on Friday at a friend’s storage unit. Vomit Sawdust, Funeral System, and Grave Ascension also played. Aside from that, it was a pretty tame weekend. This Friday Shot is playing The Brass Mug, so I’ll be scrambling to get out there after work at the end of the week. Shows, shows, shows!

I’m working on trying to figure out what the hell to do with my week off in October.

fuck im exhausted

 

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Being Dead

Lying in the sand dunes of Baritone Bay are the bodies of a middle-aged couple. Celice and Joseph, in their mid-50s and married for more than 30 years, are returning to the seacoast where they met as students. Instead, they are battered to death by a thief with a chunk of granite. Their corpses lie undiscovered and rotting for a week, prey to sand crabs, flies, and gulls. Yet there remains something touching about the scene, with Joseph’s hand curving lightly around his wife’s leg, “quietly resting; flesh on flesh; dead, but not departed yet.” 

From that moment forward, Being Dead becomes less about murder and more about death. Alternating chapters move back in time from the murder in hourly and two-hourly increments. As the narrative moves backward, we see Celice and Joseph make the small decisions about their day that will lead them inexorably towards their own deaths. In other chapters the narrative moves forward. Celice and Joseph are on vacation and nobody misses them until they do not return. Thus, it is six days before their bodies are found. Crace describes in minute detail their gradual return to the land with the help of crabs, birds, and the numerous insects that attack the body and gently and not so gently prepare it for the dust-to-dust phase of death.

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Grim Reaper – See You In Hell

Can I make you an offer? You can’t refuse
I kept my eyes on you ’cause I tell you that you lose
And you can come with me to a place you’ll know so well
And I will take you to the very gates of Hell

See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
I’ll see you in Hell

See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
I’ll see you in Hell, oh yeah, see you in Hell

Your choice’s up then how many sins can be yours
At my kingdom final choice is yours
You can take it any time that you need
Next thing I’ll borrow all you’ve got to do is bleed

See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
I’ll see you in Hell

See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
I’ll see you in Hell, oh yeah

Come with me, I will take you down to the very depths of your soul
And I’ll make you burn
See you, see you in Hell
See you, see you

Can I make you an offer? You can’t refuse
I kept my eyes on you ’cause I tell you that you lose
And you can come with me to a place you’ll know so well
Like I told you at the very gates of Hell

See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
See you in Hell my friend
I’ll see you in Hell

See you in Hell
See you in Hell, see you

Rewind, 2013 ∙ 2014 ∙ 2015: Lowry Park Zoo

Every September my work offers free entry plus one to Lowry Park Zoo as an incentive for the donation they give them. I usually take them up on that offer! Last year I didn’t make it, but the previous three years before that I did. Lowry Park Zoo is right around the corner from Stephen’s, so I’m hoping to drag him there over a few weekends next month (if it’s not too miserably hot). Here is a collection of photographs from September’s 2013, 2014, and 2015.

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The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself

What would it be like to free yourself from limitations and soar beyond your boundaries? What can you do each day to discover inner peace and serenity? The Untethered Soul offers simple yet profound answers to these questions.

Whether this is your first exploration of inner space, or you’ve devoted your life to the inward journey, this book will transform your relationship with yourself and the world around you. You’ll discover what you can do to put an end to the habitual thoughts and emotions that limit your consciousness. By tapping into traditions of meditation and mindfulness, author and spiritual teacher Michael A. Singer shows how the development of consciousness can enable us all to dwell in the present moment and let go of painful thoughts and memories that keep us from achieving happiness and self-realization.

Copublished with the Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS) The Untethered Soul begins by walking you through your relationship with your thoughts and emotions, helping you uncover the source and fluctuations of your inner energy. It then delves into what you can do to free yourself from the habitual thoughts, emotions, and energy patterns that limit your consciousness. Finally, with perfect clarity, this book opens the door to a life lived in the freedom of your innermost being.

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Candlemass – Solitude

I’m sitting here alone in darkness
Waiting to be free,
Lonely and forlorn I am crying
I long for my time to come
Death means just life
Please let me die in solitude

Hate is my only friend
Pain is my father
Torment is delight to me
Death is my sanctuary
I seek it with pleasure
Please let me die in solitude…

Receive my sacrifice
My lifeblood is exhausted!
No one gave love and understanding
Hear these words,
Vilifiers and pretenders
Please let me die in solitude

Earth to earth
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

Sitting here alone in darkness
Waiting to be free,
Lonely and forlorn I am crying
I long for my time to come
Death means just life
Please let me die in solitude

Earth to earth
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

And please let me die in solitude…

Shark Party

Well, I had originally expected to spend the majority of my weekend in but ended up only spending a quiet Friday alone.

My sister, Amy, had invited me out to an event in Ybor on Saturday night, which I planned on doing, but then I heard from my friend, Niki, whom I hadn’t caught up with for close to a year.

Every year she throws a shark party to celebrate shark week, it’s always ridiculous and fun. She and her husband are the most socially outgoing people I know, and her parties are always huge. There had to have been close to 100 people there, and an eclectic group of people they were! All different nationalities, professions and ages, from 20s to 70s.

It was kind of hell for me. I wasn’t in the most social mood and I was really overwhelmed. I ended up finding the quietest nook somewhere along the stairwell and hung out there for awhile. Regretting that I didn’t take more pictures. It was still nice catching up with Niki though; I ended up only spending a couple hours there before heading over to Stephen’s.

Turns out he cut his trip down to Miami short. He was in a car accident on Friday just before he was to head out. Fortunately, he wasn’t hurt, but he totaled the work vehicle when he rear ended a trailer hitch. Then his drummer bailed at the last minute when they told him there wasn’t room for his girlfriend. So Eli had to play drums, which he’d never rehearsed before, and they had no bassist. I’m glad, it still worked out for them though.

CJ, Adam, Meghan, Sheena, and John Carlo ended up getting stuck on the side of the road coming home that night and had to wait until 9am to go buy a spare tire. So that kind of sounded like a nightmare scenario.

Monday night Stephen stopped by on his way home from Plant City. He seemed to have a lot on his mind, it was nice that he opened up and trusted me to listen.

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