Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer was born May 21st, 1960, confirming yet again, that Geminis are some scary motherfuckers.

To hear Jeffrey Dahmer speak is to hear a polite, intelligent, well-mannered blond man with a wholesome-sounding Midwestern accent. But beneath this flat and harmless-seeming demeanor lurked one of the grisliest monsters in world history.

“Grace sat in my lap and kissed me. I made up my mind to eat her.”

I have no idea how I survived.

Out of anywhere on the acres and acres of property, the only place I wasn’t allowed to be was that basement.

For someone who has spent over a decade honing their lucid dreaming skills, suddenly not being able to remember a nightmare can be even more disturbing than the nightmare itself.

“And now I was getting the feeling that I was actually achieving this perfect inner connection through his flesh. The flesh tastes like pork but stronger.”

He shook his head and smiled. “I usually don’t eat what I cook – I feel like it isn’t up to my expectations. Besides, I had a double cheese burger an hour ago, I couldn’t help myself.”

“This must sound rich coming from me, but the moment the girl became a corpse, I realized that I had lost an important friend and even regretted killing her for a moment. What I truly wished was to eat her living flesh.”

When they found Arthur Tremhold, he was sobbing wildly beside his delivery van, covered in blood. He was questioned profusely and kept in captivity for some time, where he was then transferred out of his holding cell and put directly in my care for a time period of one day. In one day’s time, I feel like Arthur and I made many revelations.