When I grow up, I want to buy a car and go driving. I’ll stop at a restaurant and eat some curry rice or something. I might even visit my relatives.
It is very sad that people who were born with such disabilities have their lives greatly influenced by their disabilities.
He wanted to reincarnate his grandfather and believed that this reincarnation would not be complete if any of his grandfather’s body remained.
Children who say things like that will end up like this.
His penis is no thicker than a pencil and no longer than a toothpick.
Otaku are anti-somatic. Information is their only drug, but that they preferably take intravenously.
If I tried to talk to my parents about my problems, they’d just brush me off…I even thought about suicide.
They are no drop-outs, but part-time outsiders.
It would roughly translate to ‘sweet little pretender’ or if you interpret it sarcastically you could also say ‘fucking little liar’…
I’ve killed cats. Threw one in the river. Did another in with boiling water.
He’s perfectly happy. He is allowed to read comic books all day.
I wonder whether otaku will create a new culture…I hope they will become a real shinjinrui, a new kind of Japanese, I mean, a postmodern people.
I sleep until my eyes are about to rot. I see dreams.
What he hears has changed from single words to sentences.
Sex to them is nothing physical but medial.
They black out the most important part!
I felt all alone, and whenever I saw a little girl playing on her own, it was almost like seeing myself.
Killing was an extension of his interest in little girls, a way of possessing them.
He wasn’t trying to gain society’s recognition. He had a society in his mind, of which he was the nucleus.
When home video technology came out, I knew that snuff was next. It’s easy because you don’t have to take the film for developing.
I told him that I discovered some pornography websites that he belonged to which I found very disturbing (websites which promoted very young girls, who looked underage to me with pigtails, braces, and no pubic hair performing oral sex with each other). I also told him about other websites I discovered that he accessed involving gay pornography also involving very young men who also did not look like adults.
Hundreds of young women showed up for the pleasure of being subjected to extreme torture and then killed in front of the camera.
I wanted people to remember who I was and what my talents were and take them by storm.
It depicts a young Asian female tied spread-eagled to a bed with her torso initially covered with a sheet. An actor dressed in a Samurai warrior’s outfit effectively dismembers this female.
There was no evidence that he was mentally ill when he killed the girls.
I don’t think he’s crazy, because I can understand a part of him. So I’m scared. But I’m not a moralist.
It is very suggestive to point out that [he] tried his best to adapt to society in his own way, resulting in this incident.
My characters are ugly, but I wanted readers to understand that even these ugly characters have lives of their own.
Ah, this is the most beautiful thing of a woman’s body. This is it!
It was just like playing a video game—you know, ‘plus one point for causing a sensation.’
Due to the drug I injected into her, as can be seen, she is completely unable to feel pain. But instead of feeling nothing, she feels only ecstasy.
I believe the audience will use their own imagination to expand the scene. This is what I’m aiming for and that’s why a man simply dismembering a woman without a trace of meaning or reason makes sense. I think it should be meaningful if the audience not only watches the scene as it is but also goes into another imaginary realm.
The letter told the cartoonist that a horrible and bizarre crime seemed to have been performed by the person of aesthetic paranoia in some secret place.
This is not an Asian girl alive being murdered, but something that is so well simulated that that is the impression it creates.
Personally, I find porn more valuable than your film.
Death Craze Man’s Snuff Film Shame
I put the cardboard box with Mari’s remains in it in front of her home. I did everything. From the start of the Mari incident to the finish.
Apparently the people that [made the film] sent four copies to the government and the newspapers. They’ve never been traced nor has the body been found. It isn’t done for money and that’s the scary philosophy—there are people out there who don’t just want to do that, they want to film it as well.
He lacks understanding of life and death, and has a strong desire to return to his mother’s womb.
I’m so disappointed. You’re such a disappointment. You’re such a disappointment.
Fall, fall, fall to the bottom of Hell / pool of blood, sea of fire and needle mountains / Fall man to hell / Fall, fall, demons of Hell are calling you / pool of blood, sea of fire and needle mountains / Can’t you hear the groan of the dead? / Fall, fall, the darkness of Hell is boundless / pool of blood, sea of fire and needle mountains / It is the lullaby of Hell
There are devils about.
You’re a piece of shit fucking liar and I hope you fucking rot in hell.
Her hands and feet didn’t seem to be with the remains. When she gets to heaven, she won’t be able to walk or eat. Please return the rest of her remains.
And it smells. How it smells. Like nothing you’ve ever smelled in this whole wide world.
We want to understand him, but we know we don’t. Everybody asks Why has he done that. But we should rather ask Why don’t we do it?
Before I knew it, the child’s corpse had gone rigid.
It’s clear he has gradually become psychopathic since the time he committed the crimes.
And now her bowels start dancing wildly on her body and bloom many blossoms.
Mother, I’ve caused you much heartache. Don’t forget to change the oil in my car, or it will get so you can’t drive it.
It is impossible to say whether he will still be dangerous [in 12-15 years]… However, keeping him in prison for the rest of his life raises other questions of human rights.
I think I will be acquitted. I don’t intend to apologize.
What he told me lastly was ‘Please tell the world that I’m a gentle man.’
Alex Kies is a writer from St. Paul, Minnesota. His work has appeared in Filth, Misery Tourism, and Highlights for Children. FOLLOW: @al3xk135 on Twitter and Instagram.