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Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)

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Once Upon A Time In The West (1968) dir. Sergio Leone

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What am I? (2/?)  Riddle by @insanekingy

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here it is !! i put this on a random account so hopefully my blog doesn’t get deleted or something for posting it, but it took me 4 HOURS TO SCAN THIS SHIT so you’re welcome!! sorry if some of the pages look shitty the book came from a library and was kinda messed up. if this gets deleted just message me if you want it and i’ll send the link to you lol

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Det. Pat Kennedy’s description of the first time he met Jeffrey Dahmer

The wagon pulled up to the entrance of the apartment building so the trip from the door was quick. I assisted the suspect into the wagon and climbed in after him. The two conveying officers got in the front and drove off toward the station. Not a word was said as we cruised back downtown. I eyed the suspect as we drove. Although he was a good-sized man, as he sat there he appeared almost fragile, sitting hunched over and trembling slightly. At the station, he cooperated–almost zombie like, as I led him into the prisoner elevator and up to the interrogation rooms on the fourth floor. Once inside I pointed to the cops and leg irons and said,

“Take these off him.”

“Look, Pat, I wouldn’t do that, I had to fight with this fuckhead and he’s no pussy.” I looked at this copper and his pudgy partner and I knew he was not kidding. I turned to the suspect.

“Hey, if you give me your word you won’t act up, we can take these off.” for the first time the suspect looked at me directly and I caught his steely blue eyes. He nodded an affirmation and I motioned again for the officers to remove his shackles. The pudgy officer removed the bindings and stepped outside saying, “I’ll be right here if you need me.”

The interrogation rooms are about 9'X12’, with a high ceiling and dingy beige, cinderblock walls. A metal table and two metal chairs are the only furniture. I extended my hand.

“My name is Pat, and I’m the detective that will be investigating your case.” The suspect look bewildered but meekly placed his limp hand in mine. I directed him to take a seat and he obediently sat in the corner chair.

“You’re not going to let them hit me anymore, are you?” These were the first words out of his mouth and they came almost pleadingly. I assured him by my manner, voice, tone, and general approach that I was not there to fight, argue, belittle or harm him in any way. He seemed to think I was in charge and had authority over the uniforms and I let him continue to think so. From now on, he would only be talking to me and fighting was not part of the program. For the first time I really took stock of the guy. A hint of barely controlled hysteria was evident in his voice. The smell of alcohol was more than noticeable, his eyes glazed and his speech slightly slurred. He appeared to be desperately trying to contain himself and talk straight.

“What’s your name?” I asked, opening the interrogation.

“Jeff. Jeffrey Dahmer,” he replied.

– From Dahmer Detective by Pat Kennedy and Robyn Maharaj

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Before the head was found in the fridge, Dahmer had arrests & convictions

Jeffrey Dahmer’s arrest in July of 1991 was not his first.

In August of 1986, Dahmer was arrested and charged with indecent exposure after exposing himself at Wisconsin State Fair Park.

On September 8, 1986, Dahmer found himself in trouble once again. Milwaukee police paid Dahmer a visit to question him after a complaint was filed in which two 12-year-old boys, Richard Kohn and John Ostland, claimed to see man fitting Dahmer’s description masturbating by a lake at Kinnickinnic River Parkway.

Dahmer claimed that he wasn’t masturbating – but urinating – and that he didn’t know anyone was around to see. Dahmer was charged with disorderly conduct and convicted on March 10, 1987. The court sentenced him to one year probation. As part of his sentence, Dahmer had to undergo mandatory psychotherapy for sexual deviance and impulse control.

Dahmer was assigned to Dr. Evelyn Rosen, who issued some written exams to Dahmer. One of the exams was the Millon Clinical Multiaxial Inventory, which consists of a list of statements. The patient must circle those which best describes themselves and their state of mind.

Dahmer circled the following:

* “Lately I’ve begun to feel lonely and empty.”

* “Ideas keep turning over and over in my mind and they won’t go away.”

* “Looking back on my life, I know I have made others suffer as much as I have suffered.”

* “I keep having strange thoughts I wish I could get rid of.”

Dahmer was reportedly uncooperative during his sessions with Dr. Rosen, remaining silent and evening keeping his back to her. It has been speculated that Dahmer’s lack of cooperation could be attributed to Dr. Rosen’s approach to treating Dahmer, which has been described as “ blatant and habitual nagging.” Dahmer’s session with clinician Kathy Boese at the University of Wisconsin was supposed to have gone much more smoothly.

The clinic’s battery of tests concluded that Dahmer was an articulate individual but he showed little emotion  or had “exceptionally slow” emotional responses. In regards to his own situation, Dahmer was assessed as resentful of the criminal charges against him. The report is quoted as saying: “He resents being told what to do by others and is easily disappointed and hurt.” The report also said that Dahmer had unrealistic expectations for himself and was not in touch with reality.

Dahmer’s next brush with the law was in September of 1988 when 14-year-old Somsack Sinthasomphone led authorities back to Jeffrey Dahmer.

Dahmer had approached Sinthasomphone and offered him $50 to come to his apartment and pose for pictures. Sinthasomphone left Dahmer’s apartment after Dahmer unzipped his pants and tried to grab his penis.

After the teenager managed to get home, his father noticed that something was not quite right with his son. Sinthasomphone had troubled walking and speaking. His father took him to a hospital and the tests there revealed the presence of drugs in Sinthasomphone’s system.

At his apartment, Dahmer served Sinthasomphone Irish Cream spiked with sleeping pills.

Jeffrey Dahmer was arrested that night during his shift at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory. Dahmer claimed that he didn’t know that Sinthasomphone was a minor.

Dahmer’s next round of psychological sessions would be conducted by Dr. Charles Lodl before his sentencing. Dahmer opened up to Dr. Lodl and told him that he was “anxious, tense and depressed” and felt alienated. Dr. Lodl concluded that Dahmer was very disturbed psychologically and seriously in need of therapy.

Dr. Norman Goldfarb assessed Dahmer two months after Dr. Lodl. Dr. Goldfarb’s assessment was that Dahmer was “a seriously disturbed young man. The pressure he perceives seems to be increasing … he must be considered impulsive and dangerous.”

Dahmer once again became difficult during his sessions with Dr. Goldfarb, who found him to be “distant and evasive” and paranoid. Dr. Goldfarb also concluded that Dahmer lacked self control, was extremely impatient and unable to deal with frustration and was disappointed in himself, feeling that he had achieved anything thing in life.

Dahmer was convicted in January of 1989 of second degree aggravated sexual assault and of enticing a child for immoral purposes.

In May of 1989, Dahmer was sentenced to five years’ probation and one year in jail on a work-release program and had to register as a sex offender.

Dahmer was paroled from work-release two months early. Upon his release, he began his five-year probation period, having to attend required meetings with his probation officer, Donna Chester on a regular basis. Dahmer was also required to attend a group therapy session once a month.

Dahmer also had to undergo more psychological testing with Dr. Krembs, who assessed Dahmer as having a very boring and lifeless existence with no social outlets, such as friends or hobbies. The doctor said that Dahmer’s life was “…monomaniacally directed which is excellent breeding ground for depression” and also conclude that “a major relapse just a matter of time.”

Information obtained mostly from “Jeffrey Dahmer” by John Boston/Murderpedia.org

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Blenk blenk blenk

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another one of jeffrey dahmers yearbook signatures. (found this deep/many pages into google - i do not know the level of its rarity but i’m posting it anyway)

it reads: “to a rotten drum player - jeff dahmer” (@ the top-centre of the page)

he supposedly wrote this little yearbook message & signature in 7th grade.

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”He was truly a loner; in fact phone company records show that during the entire time he lived at the Oxford Arms address, not a single phone call came into his apartment.

The more time I spent with him chronicling facts around his activities the more I felt sorry for him. He was a pathetically lonely and inept human being”

Detective Pat Kennedy, Dahmer Detective

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A short Nygmob one-shot

“Does it ever bother you?”

The quiet question in the otherwise silent room was enough to pull Edward from his post coital doze and he raised his head inquisitively, his brain not immediately able to make the leap to follow Oswald’s train of thought.

“My lack of experience,” Oswald clarified, doodling random patterns on Edward’s damp skin self-consciously.

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the thanksgiving vid is so good for many reasons but here are my fav things

“aw that’s good to hear”

obv him getting on the floor w/jodie (??) i think it’s one of the only times in the video he seems genuinely relaxed

also the fact that he smiles a lot, i don’t think he smiled that much irl?

the way he’s like aggressively flipping thru that magazine

“pop into the restaurant” restaurant? “pop into”?? geeky af

“i have to start eating at home more” C H E E K Y I HATE U

“i want you to come over if ya feel like it! i haven’t done any vacuuming or dusting, i do that on sundays” JEFF WE ALL KNOW WHAT U USUALLY DO ON SUNDAYS AND ITS A DIFFERENT TYPE OF CLEANING smh he also gets visibly alert when his dad asks when he can visit

“that beautiful blonde sittin over there” lionel was so cute honestly

“looks like a buncha satisfied people sittin around here” again lionel being a cute dad… but also ….I’LL TELL U WHO’S THE MOST SATISFIED PERSON IN THAT ROOM

both the jacket and the striped shirt looks; i love em

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we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything

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Jeffrey – as prisoner 177252 – spent much of the first year at the Columbia Correctional Institute in an isolated 96 cell section of the prison where his freedom was severely limited. He sat alone and bored in protective isolation, because prison officials feared that another violent inmate might kill him.

In March 1992, a prison psychiatrist prescribed Prozac and Jeffrey was placed on suicide watch after a razor blade was found in an envelope in the trash, which he took “in case it got too bad in the future”. Jeffrey received an enormous volume of letters after his incarceration. The contents of the letters ranged between sexually explicit love letters, autograph requests, hate mail and religious attempts to save his soul. Though a few were from the more disturbed individuals, a majority of the letters reflected the vast sadness of the world. The letters were more often sympathetic than threatening and would bear out that he was not alone in his alienation. However, Jeffrey was kept isolated and soon he wanted more human contact – even if he had to put up with the taunts of other convicts, who he either invited to a ‘Cannibals Anonymous’ meeting or jokingly warned to leave him alone, because “I bite”. One day Jeffrey had not bothered to shave and while being wheeled down the corridor a woman screamed when she recognized him. Jeffrey, unperturbed, merely told the guard, “I guess I should have shaved”.

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#oh my god they were roommates

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“Bon Voyage”

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forget what you have to do pretend there’s nothing outside this room