Can we talk about something else?

Can we talk about something else? The The Hello! Hello?

Out there.

I don't look up to serial killers. I don't want to think that anything about them is interesting or cool, but if I'm being honest, they get me sometimes.

When Ramirez defiantly struts into the courtroom and shoots daggers at the cameras, I can't

help it.

I get goosebumps. The same from when I see footage of the library

window from where Bundy jumped. For a moment I'm like, run Ted!

Fucking go! Kill him all! Run you you crazy bastard run for the hails

murder every woman on earth. I don't know what's wrong with me. They just get me sometimes. I forget

I forget the Ramirez raped tortured and killed old ladies, that Bundy returned to the

dump sites of his victims and had sex with their bodies until he could not stand the smell

any longer.

Wasn't Ed Kemper interesting?

Dahmer had such a boy's demeanor, Danny.

Carl Pan's room was fucking awesome.

Did you hear what he said before they executed him?

That he could kill ten men in the time it was

taking them to kill one? Yeah, I heard all that. But I also heard that he sodomized a

little boy that bashed him to death with a rock. How fucking cool is he now? But still, I get it. They sure are

compelling. They can be charming. It's a skill I'm certain came in handy when they were

doing things that if you could be there for, if you could observe firsthand.

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