Freeze Peach 🍑 crescent / 2nd in command / roses's brother
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Strange enough I had a dream about you Vicky. I haven't checked your socials in over a month because I don't care about your existence but for some reason you reappeared in my dream. It wasn't lucid enough for me to control everything that was happening but I did have a say in some of it.
You showed up to the factory I worked while I was on break. You wanted to confront me but also talk to me about what I did to you. For some reason you wanted to corner me in the truck depot with no one around like you were trying to assault me. I wasn't afraid of you but I was ready to fight you if you decided to swing on me.
I can't remember much but this version of you was so low in life, so depressed. The look on your face when you first saw me and the dwelling in your eyes. I was surprised but also satisfied seeing the suffering. I got what I wanted and I think me seeing you in the dream reminded me of that but you were being tough to get my attention while also needing to spill out your regrets with the way you treated me, with what you taken away.
I don't dwell on it, and again I literally forgot about you but for you to come into my dream again with this demeanor was strange. I check your instagram just to see if it had anything to do with it, you still haven't streamed or posted again. I checked your account on here, you were logged in at 3 in the morning lurking. It's as if I created this dark cloud over you that you cannot get rid of.
It's like... whatever curse you had before was replaced with whatever one I gave you and it just made your life a loop of getting nowhere. Yeah you get a job, scrape by. Your new addiction is Kratom. (Also the FDA is thinking of placing it in Schedule 1. LOL, it is a highly dependent substance.) You get new boyfriends just to be disappointing if you ever get any. And meanwhile I may not have my desires but I have way more dignity, cut down on my own habits and have been staying very optimistic with the things I want.
Our goals weren't to make something generic or just another niche. Our goals were to have a family like group where we could express our censored beliefs and begin to penetrate the walls to reach others just like us. So we don't feel like everything is doom and gloom. We feel a sense of paradise.
So if you still have thoughts about me and what I did, that is your problem. You should have moved on by now. I gave you those stickers because I literally don't even view you as Vicky but just another user on the forum since you so obsessed with Kiwi Farms now because some Kiwis clowned on you for being such a failure at Fishtank. You should have never fucked with me and now you are paying the consequences for the rest of your life. Yes, the rest of your life. And you won't be able to break whatever cycle this is so enjoy it. I have no pity for you. You can't even boot up a stream to keep your relevancy and I'm waiting for you to appear on Kiwi Farms as a contestant that offed themselves or was arrested for a violent meltdown.
You were always nothing. And will always be nothing.
You showed up to the factory I worked while I was on break. You wanted to confront me but also talk to me about what I did to you. For some reason you wanted to corner me in the truck depot with no one around like you were trying to assault me. I wasn't afraid of you but I was ready to fight you if you decided to swing on me.
I can't remember much but this version of you was so low in life, so depressed. The look on your face when you first saw me and the dwelling in your eyes. I was surprised but also satisfied seeing the suffering. I got what I wanted and I think me seeing you in the dream reminded me of that but you were being tough to get my attention while also needing to spill out your regrets with the way you treated me, with what you taken away.
I don't dwell on it, and again I literally forgot about you but for you to come into my dream again with this demeanor was strange. I check your instagram just to see if it had anything to do with it, you still haven't streamed or posted again. I checked your account on here, you were logged in at 3 in the morning lurking. It's as if I created this dark cloud over you that you cannot get rid of.
It's like... whatever curse you had before was replaced with whatever one I gave you and it just made your life a loop of getting nowhere. Yeah you get a job, scrape by. Your new addiction is Kratom. (Also the FDA is thinking of placing it in Schedule 1. LOL, it is a highly dependent substance.) You get new boyfriends just to be disappointing if you ever get any. And meanwhile I may not have my desires but I have way more dignity, cut down on my own habits and have been staying very optimistic with the things I want.
Our goals weren't to make something generic or just another niche. Our goals were to have a family like group where we could express our censored beliefs and begin to penetrate the walls to reach others just like us. So we don't feel like everything is doom and gloom. We feel a sense of paradise.
So if you still have thoughts about me and what I did, that is your problem. You should have moved on by now. I gave you those stickers because I literally don't even view you as Vicky but just another user on the forum since you so obsessed with Kiwi Farms now because some Kiwis clowned on you for being such a failure at Fishtank. You should have never fucked with me and now you are paying the consequences for the rest of your life. Yes, the rest of your life. And you won't be able to break whatever cycle this is so enjoy it. I have no pity for you. You can't even boot up a stream to keep your relevancy and I'm waiting for you to appear on Kiwi Farms as a contestant that offed themselves or was arrested for a violent meltdown.
You were always nothing. And will always be nothing.
I'm struggling with how I want to dive into my next poet like writing. I want it to be big and of great quality. Music to the ears of winds. I think of her but then I don't. I'm so overstimulated I can't see her when I lay to sleep. This is my medicine to take so I can clear the fog. So I can make it a rhythm that only stays in the highs never seeking lows. Oh, yeah I haven't been posting my work for obvious reasons perhaps it can be found on my profile. If you know you know. But I only have had one view for a whole month and I've intentionally unlisted them. It's for her really, whenever she finds me. She's in for a ride when she does, I think they are so hard hitting it may bring her to tears and she won't be able to restrain herself. Her obsession of me is permanent never to sway otherwise. The love she will provide me will spoil my soul, making my guilt everlasting. A love so delicate. I gaslight myself for the confirmation of it being real or not. She's the only one that can make my mind truly be one with ease. When I'm tired, she puts me to sleep so I can rise with clear vision and not clutter. A calmness that is therapeutic to my core. Everything I'm doing regarding the unlisted videos is so she can read the library. No whore nor player will mind to read a page therefore it's the perfect funnel.
So I must continue, even if I start with a mess, I will edit it into a masterpiece so every sentence has more color and I will evolve my skill and my way of words. So it doesn't need to be understood, but the sounds of them easy to feel. So when she feels them, she knows. She doesn't guess but instantly chases me down. Getting my attention needing to know more, about me. So she can obsess.
So I must continue, even if I start with a mess, I will edit it into a masterpiece so every sentence has more color and I will evolve my skill and my way of words. So it doesn't need to be understood, but the sounds of them easy to feel. So when she feels them, she knows. She doesn't guess but instantly chases me down. Getting my attention needing to know more, about me. So she can obsess.
i miss my community. i tell myself everyday i will get a community back. faggot max's channel is still a dumpster file. i dont care if he makes a video and it gets 500,000. this motherfucker killed off everything i worked hard for. i dont dwell on it but holy fuck to him it was really worth it for whatever reason
i know when i run that website, people will come at me for kicks. its so typical when i have something going and someone has to ruin it. i met a turkish girl today and her being from turkey reminded me of how many people i met from other countries because i met a group of turkish people from doing youtube because i used to stream so late
one thing max's overlooks is value in community. he hides behind a friendgroup full of narcissist and sociopaths but cant be around his own fans. did i initiate drama and instigate shit in my community? yeah but i wont do it again if anything, i will just let drama be whatever drama will be but i put so much into my community that i built from the ground up while this faggot has 10 times whatever i had and he still cant be the leader of it, just an asshole that does the same shit over and over thinking hell get a different result
i hope he dies alone, i hope his friends backstab him to the point he just shuts himself off from the rest of society. im going to get back what i used to have just in a different way
i know when i run that website, people will come at me for kicks. its so typical when i have something going and someone has to ruin it. i met a turkish girl today and her being from turkey reminded me of how many people i met from other countries because i met a group of turkish people from doing youtube because i used to stream so late
one thing max's overlooks is value in community. he hides behind a friendgroup full of narcissist and sociopaths but cant be around his own fans. did i initiate drama and instigate shit in my community? yeah but i wont do it again if anything, i will just let drama be whatever drama will be but i put so much into my community that i built from the ground up while this faggot has 10 times whatever i had and he still cant be the leader of it, just an asshole that does the same shit over and over thinking hell get a different result
i hope he dies alone, i hope his friends backstab him to the point he just shuts himself off from the rest of society. im going to get back what i used to have just in a different way
Autumn creeps into me. Blanketing a soul of it's most isolation. A king without a crown. Speaking with a women of innocence. Innocence where she can not bare what I really feel. For she would be spooked. However for my soul mate I have done what I must do. Yet nothing yields. No crop of nectar and it's grand colors. What's yielded is nothing. It's empty. My soul rots in the wake. In a night of such, in a time where a crescent nears... I am left with my old vice gripping my flesh like fishhooks. Why? For it is that I am speaking with this women of innocent and I am too foul for her. I am too perverted. I want strings where they don't go. I tell her my heart is corrupted. She asks why of it. I tell her and she understands but she would never raise a sword with me. Against those who have went against me for their vices. Kicks of fashion. Goofs because I was the fool. Though when I am King of the much dedicated day. When it comes I will wrath in silence. Power will not be on a tower nor will it show of itself, but I will sit behind the curtain and play with my play things while being babied for my insecurities. Catered to for my sickness. I thirst for it. I hear the drips of it from the faucet. And it makes me rattle for it. I will restore what was once mine and I will be unstoppable. For now I weep for I feel the emptiness usher in it's Calvary of dread. Under a nearing crescent I sit in the darkness where silence is my only language other than weeps...
I want a little puppet bitch so bad. Run PsyOps on her keep her chasing ghost. It's so frustrating to me. After months of writing poems and relaxing, I still want to have some dirty fun. Something that gets me high, something that is constant. I don't want to do it like anyone else either. I want it to be my thing and my thing only. Get her all worked up over me only leaving bits and crumbs for her. Make her manic needing to know answers.
In the period of shadows I am the king. I have dreamt of chaos under my order. I have dreamt of obsession of me at levels beyond clouds. Lately I have won many battles and my ego has only been inflated to a dangerous rank.
My playground just for me is a women or a few that obsess about me. Never are they dormant, they are always speaking my name fighting over my attention. Anomalies like no other. They aren't addicts. But clever minds solving my puzzles. Tracking my every move. Scrolling everything I have ever said.
And the site I desire to run will prosper. Many have commeth to me in dire sincerity of my reign of it all. Even a Goth of such stature of her elements. It only boosted my ego. it only made my thirst ever so grow. I'm no longer a fool. Just one to step forth.
When I perch upon my garden under a silhouette of branches. I have not dwelled but considered what was stripped from me. But when I woke up this morning and saw that I almost won $554,000. I could feel my clutch on my desire. I could feel that I am once more king, And my eyes only grew bigger to what I want.
For those that have stood against me in the past unprovoked. They are reminders for my ambition. To rule like I have before. Many have told me I am the man. That I had something going and I always have something going for me. I have heard the votes for my leadership. I'm not a low life nor a loser.
But I have lost because of them. Traitors and Abusers. Left with broken components needing repair that I HAVE repaired. I am renewed to a former self but much brighter and healthy in the focus of reign. My name uttered before on a scale of the internet and what remains are bits and pieces of that very name. But I will not stand by the old self. Though when I stand again it will be of a new uniform that represents the battles and the perseverance from misfortunes.
I have no mercy for enemies that I never picked fights with in the first place. They shall not stand against me once more for I will perish them from their towers for which they protest their ordeals of mockery. Only will they suffer consequences. Only I will be of the last laughs. Let December be of new snows. So what comes next are steps of feathers. Order will be mine and people will rejoice for I have been sworn in because of my urgent demands for revolutionary progression of broken machines for they will generate the much needed ways of striving.
Then there will be the eternal peace at last that I have once held close to my heart...
My playground just for me is a women or a few that obsess about me. Never are they dormant, they are always speaking my name fighting over my attention. Anomalies like no other. They aren't addicts. But clever minds solving my puzzles. Tracking my every move. Scrolling everything I have ever said.
And the site I desire to run will prosper. Many have commeth to me in dire sincerity of my reign of it all. Even a Goth of such stature of her elements. It only boosted my ego. it only made my thirst ever so grow. I'm no longer a fool. Just one to step forth.
When I perch upon my garden under a silhouette of branches. I have not dwelled but considered what was stripped from me. But when I woke up this morning and saw that I almost won $554,000. I could feel my clutch on my desire. I could feel that I am once more king, And my eyes only grew bigger to what I want.
For those that have stood against me in the past unprovoked. They are reminders for my ambition. To rule like I have before. Many have told me I am the man. That I had something going and I always have something going for me. I have heard the votes for my leadership. I'm not a low life nor a loser.
But I have lost because of them. Traitors and Abusers. Left with broken components needing repair that I HAVE repaired. I am renewed to a former self but much brighter and healthy in the focus of reign. My name uttered before on a scale of the internet and what remains are bits and pieces of that very name. But I will not stand by the old self. Though when I stand again it will be of a new uniform that represents the battles and the perseverance from misfortunes.
I have no mercy for enemies that I never picked fights with in the first place. They shall not stand against me once more for I will perish them from their towers for which they protest their ordeals of mockery. Only will they suffer consequences. Only I will be of the last laughs. Let December be of new snows. So what comes next are steps of feathers. Order will be mine and people will rejoice for I have been sworn in because of my urgent demands for revolutionary progression of broken machines for they will generate the much needed ways of striving.
Then there will be the eternal peace at last that I have once held close to my heart...