and if you kick every person that has a weird intrest in columbine out of this country then who is going to be listening to your music KMFDM? you know in the sense that-
“A day does not pass that I do not feel a sense of overwhelming guilt–both for the myriad of ways I failed Dylan and for the destruction that he left in his wake… I think often of watching [fourth-grade] Dylan do origami… I loved to make a cup of tea and sit quietly beside him, watching his hands moving as quickly as hummingbirds, delighted to see Dylan turn a square of paper into a frog or a bear or a lobster. I’d always marvel at how something as straightforward as a piece of paper can be completely transformed with only a few creases, to become suddenly replete with new significance. Then I’d marvel at the finished form, the complex folds hidden and unknowable to me. In many ways, that experience mirrors the one I would have after Columbine. I would have to turn what I thought I knew about myself, my son, and my family inside out and around, watching as a boy became a monster, and then a boy again.”
(A Mother's Reckoning - Sue Klebold)
soooooOO I have a polychampions piece that I’ve been wanting to work on for ages now but since even writing a 1,000-word oneshot drains all my energy I’ve been procrastinating it, but my sheer amount of brainrot today made me write a segment from Prune Juice’s POV mid-to-late in the fic. which usually I tend not to do since I try to write everything in order but I just wanted to get it all down since it is loaded and tbh Prune Juice is one of my favorite characters to explore right now. maybe soon I’ll actually get around to writing everything else lol sorry for the 0 amount of context
being in the true crime community is tricky because you find a blog that is able to provide many details about your topic of interest just to find out that the person running said blog is “in love” with someone who killed a bunch of people before they were even alive and have a horrible “i could fix him” mentality.
he / him | 17 | dead poet, dog on a leash, winged feather. religious death, we are self-slaughter. society's rebirth of the damned, nothing really matters.
I'm Zeph — a writer of the age of seventeen.
This is an informational blog regarding true crime with occasional shitposts.
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