Freeze Peach 🍑 faux90skid / 2nd in command / roses's brother

[faux90skid]

It's crazy that I'm being hard stalked by losers now. People that have nothing going for them in life. When they come to onion farms to stalk me, they give themselves a pat on the back. I really don't want to hear about their downward spirals though I know they will happen. eventually. Dying alone too. It also means I'm in their heads every day. They think about me a lot. It's sad. Tim Boulder has shown me a lot more respect than any of these people. And he's done some fucked up stuff. But he's working on bettering his behavior. He even offered for me to go to his country. It's going to be real funny when the NG runs out of steam and resorts to hard drugs. And all of the junkie associates won't have narcan on them to save their life. Pathetic and wasted. But yeah just wanted to put that out there.

 

[faux90skid]

jet neptune is my nigga

doesn't matter what he did he got hella pussy

he wins either way if he beats the allegations or not

stay mad daddy issue hoes

 

[faux90skid]

I like how I get a tarot video

"A 3rd Party Can't Shut Up About You & This Person Regrets Losing YOU"

Hahahahahaha. Just means I'm always right.

 

[faux90skid]

Well. Had some hiccups in the past few days. Two things are about to get solved. One, I have to do completely by myself and I can't stand it. But it's a bitch keeping it up with shit falling apart.

But the other thing I wanted to mention. I just can't wait when I puppet everything. I didn't drop the idea. It still remains. Unfortunately so much has gotten in the way. Can't stand it. The new doors still need to be open. Summer is coming, I have more trees to plant.

Been thinking hard on going dark. But it's a fatal mistake to do such a thing. You see. I'm aware of the back gate being left open. If I leave it open for too long I will have trouble. There are wolves circling the fence. And when I come back, there will be hell to pay for my neglect of it. Mind you. I didn't start a single fucking thing. I'm not the one that started any of this shit. But I'm the bad guy. The problem. People read my thread and say I'm fucked up. But they don't know the full story. And they don't understand that so much has been taken from me by these people.

I have no motive to continue a wrath. Though they are hateful and stalkish. It's funny... when we were friends, in a relationship. They never gave me attention. But now that I'm the bad guy, oh they can't help themselves but log onto onion farms to see what I'm up to. Why? I can't do anything to them really. I have no more ammo. I shot everything they gave me to shoot. Every bullet. And now that the ammo is gone I can't shoot at them anymore so it means something else doesn't?

This all gives me a ▓▓▓▓▓ arura. You know what's cute? When I was looking for something. Guess what two things were next to each other that made me cackle. ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. I have some wood to chop too. Hmmm? I have just the person too, that I will imagine each log is. Surely Ellie would have done the same thing to her. Every time ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ I will imagine ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. And every time I strike the wood I will get off to it.

Hahahahahahahaha

I also want to be a clown. Thought about it. Realize a pattern? Clowns? Oh what fun we could have together right? Since I'm SO FUCKED UP right everybody?!?! RIGHT!!! Hahahahahahahaha

You people made me this way. YOU. Not me. YOU. You think I like living knowing how much I've been fucked over??? Constantly??? It's YOU, that fucked me over. You all knew about what happened in High School. And you all fucking abused me as much as you could. Rose warned me about every single fucking one of you. Rose didn't want me to be hurt. But she didn't want to stop me because she knows... she knows everything. Stop me from being hurt. She knows I was a runaway train of it's rails and she didn't want to fight. She's tired of it.

But me and Rose. We're so close. She knows about ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. Just like she's obsessed ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓, I'm obsessed with ▓▓▓▓. We have so much in common. And we don't care if the world burns. We both hate everyone and would die together killing it all off. We want to do a blood pact one day too. She wants to get me shoes with both our names on it. We are inseparable and we will make sure there will be ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. And if another girl hurts me, another fucking slut... oh how much she would drive a knife right into them. She has told me this constantly. You people don't even know what we've been up to. Sick shit. I didn't just notice the rope and axe together... ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. I was playing with a ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓, tied it up and chopped it up in anger. I recorded it for Rose. She loved it. Every bit of it. And it's our rituals to do sick shit like this. I roleplay as a ▓▓▓▓ and she makes art about ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. We were made for each other.

 

[faux90skid]

I'm sorry for everything Vicky. I am done negativity posting about you. Good luck with everything. You should stream it will help keep your relevancy circulating among the fishank community. I hope things get better for you. I hope you get out of your city. I highly doubt you'd ever want to talk to me. But if you ever do it's cool. I hope you find a good boyfriend. He is out there. I'm okay with you checking this thread. I don't care anymore. I hope you make one of your own here on onion farms. It would be cool.

 

[faux90skid]

you fucking won vicky. this isn't a psy op. im in the wrong. i was always in the wrong. i'm the monster. i'm the pos. you were always the one with the morals. im the sociopath. you should avoid me and my friends at all costs. we are terrible people. the reason we hurt people is because we are sexless or we are miserable. you trolled me and rose so hard. we fell for it hardcore. im the coward. im the one that ran away. if there is someone that should jump off of a building its me but i would never have the balls to because im a soft man

you won dude now keeping winning against your enemies because you won

 

[faux90skid]

i'm the weirdo. you are the one that is completely normal. you don't have mental problems. i'm the one with mental problems because i got bullied in school and i can't process what romance is unless it's rape and sexual because the person i loved in my life killed themselves. you will be the one who will have a wonderful husband and kids. while im sitting behind my computer typing about other people while secretly masturbating to porn. and when i drop dead, you will thrive until 100 years old.

 

[faux90skid]

I'm almost done with Girl In Pieces.

I'm so fucking disgusted with what has happened to this girl in the whole novel. Page 210 and I'm inferring that one of her co-workers is on some kind of drug. Because some lady pops by the place Charlotte works demanding money like a drug dealer. The character I'm talking about is Riley. Dude is a washed up singer that almost hit it big. He had hot babes, he had black on black leather jacket. Voice of a stud and he fucked it up. And I bet it's because of the unrevealed drug usage. Also Mikey was already dating a chick the whole time. He got tired of Charlotte and Ellis because they were girls with mental problems that they wouldn't push to solve and he had to move away from them to pursue music. The whole time Charlotte thought Mikey was into her and the whole time he was already with another girl. So Charlotte drank like a fish at some party they went to after she saw Mikey and this other girl kissing and it fucked her up bad. She almost went back to cutting herself but didn't. But now she has been hinting at the crush toward Riley now but again, context clues points toward him doing drugs and he's a washed up underground musician. I will try to get through the next coming sections tonight. But last night those plot twists made me say "woah" out loud because it was fucked up. I will read Making Friends With The Dark Next.

 

[faux90skid]

*sigh*

Well I guess you're gone now? Like I wished... When I think about you Vicky. God I keep using that name. I want to call you something different. V? It's cute and short. V... like it's mysterious or someshit. I like it though. V... the way it rolls out of my mouth. Anyways... I think you. Being a girl. For starters. Not just any girl. A special girl. One that I imagine... crying on me. While we're snuggling. You let out your deepest vulnerabilities. Beat up on yourself with harshness as tears rush off your cheeks. But there are so many things about you I do adore. You're so different than most girls. The type of girl that is a maze I wish I could explore. Those luscious deep blue eyes of yours. Ones I could gave into and fall asleep to. Like I'm falling into your soul as if it was trillions of blue oceans begging for me to splash in them. If you ever did come to my town and wait for me at the park. What would you do? Sit at the bench tensing up at me? Would you march toward me ready to slap me? What would you do? Or would you wait? Scoot over to give me room and say "lets just talk about this?" Because I would be more than glad to. Not because I would try to get into your pants. But because maybe I just want to know what it's like to be in your arms and your arms only? What is it like V? If my heart was placed with yours? No I don't want to kiss. I just want to feel you. Feel your inner core. I know what it will feel like. Nice. Soft. Gentle. Warm. And I would just want to keep hugging forever. A good forever hug. Arms wrapped each other. And when we want to do it away from everyone. We walk to a quiet place in the woods and just hug, and hug, and hug. It would be therapeutic. It would be a moment so tender and warm. I know for some reason you'd cry. Because... that feeling like it's the first time being hugged. Like you were never were hugged before plays inside of your head and you can't help but fall apart all over me. You expose yourself to another complicated person with problems. But at this point you just don't care if I'm somehow manipulating you into this moment. You just give up as we hug. Give up... And when you do. I just keep holding you as you sob. But then after falling part, something hits you like rain falling from the sky after a drought. It feels good. Amazing. Incredible and you can't help but tighten your arms around me as if your strength was regained. Because that goodness that's hitting your brain makes you love back. Hug back. And your heart jumps back up like a car batter and you're back to life full of energy you never knew you could have.

That's what I always wanted with you V. There's no date. There's no casual sex. There's none of that shit normies do. Just something as simple as alone moment with you hugging under the trees as you heal from all of the pain. You don't feel a tight sensation in your chest. But you feel as if floating was flowing with the waves of oceans. Where will you find that? Is it really just going to be another guy and that's it? Well I guess in your world something is better than nothing...

Oh and I undeleted your post. You're welcome meanie.

 

[faux90skid]

This shit is like from a dream dude holy fuck

 

[faux90skid]

 

[faux90skid]

Gonna make this one short. Future Girlfriend. When I look to the west you come to mind. I get sad because... well we're apart. But your existence pierces the cold as the breeze hits me on my body as I walk this chilly spring night. As the cold front arrives and it hushes the clouds away to the east. Not many stars are out, just a few of the brightest that lights themselves through the dying light of a day that passed. But soon. Answers will feel like guilty presents. Summers of a blaze. Storms of a distant. And your shine with it's glory. Comes upon the showers of dusk. Crescent moon of the morning mug. But the winds that arrive when the sun is way up. Where nature took away the noises of machines. Where the world froze in our worlds. My flowers of my nestle garden grow in ways I never imagined. Trees mature with a fine glow. And you came rushing in with your warmth. Blankets over me forever to stay. Guilty I can only feel for I never would have thought this dream of dreams were to walk itself out of the pool of dark waters. You came from it all with that princess shine. Where the water flows all over your dimensions onto the tile floor. Naked and Natural. Pure and Virgin. Your steps out white the surrounding white. Celestial...

 

[faux90skid]

Girl In Pieces PG 271

I'm fucking disgusted right now. Holy shit. This book gets so dark. So Charlotte & Riley become a thing. Mind you. Riley is 27 years old. Charlotte is 17 years old. This guy made advances on this young girl way earlier in the book when the first met. Not even 3 days this guy pretends to rape her. And because they have so much in common and he figures out she had mental problems. What does he do? He pretty much rapes her. Like legit rapes her. She is still recovering from the incident under the overpass and from dealing with the "Seed House" where there was this older guy raping teenager girls in exchange for staying in this pretty much sex slave house. But when Riley & Charlotte hooks up and he figures this out, he gets her to have sex with him and even though she hints at wanting it there are context clues throughout the whole ordeal that she is not ready for a sexual relationship yet especially for her age. But Riley gets her to do it anyways. This guy gets so sexual with this young girl that they even have sex in the office of the place they work ran by this dude's sister. Riley was already married. Got dropped, and mind you he has Charlotte doing drug runs for him. Risking her life so this guy. He does Spice/K2. Takes hits while he's at work. This guy is a total mess. They get in trouble for having sex in the boss's office. Charlotte is forced to work night shifts now. And then they get into an argument. Riley realizes that he's fucking a kid after they get physical during the argument and he also find her cutting kit under her makeshift table in the bathroom. After this she has even bigger urges to cut even though she doesn't do it.

I knew Riley was no good but apparently he has a show coming up for his rebound at music.

 

[faux90skid]

I just had the biggest realization...

I'm such a fool! Haha! I get it all now... I get it now... Fuck me dude. What the fuck was I thinking?!?! Fuck me... this whole time I was being protected without knowing it. Bro. I was no where close. No where to close to being ready. What the fuck was I thinking? A mess. A ship I wanted to jump on that was sinking. Haha! Man. My imaginations sometimes fuck me over... And here I was trying to rush over with duct tape to patch holes of this sinking ship that were made by the person that was driving it. They were putting those holes in their ship and when I tried to patch them, they kept putting more holes into the ship.

What the fuck was I thinking? And why did this even... happen? What was the universe trying to tell me? Was it a warning from my brother? To avoid people like that? And to watch them crash and burn? Ignore it then act like it didn't happen? Because simply he ended up dead? I mean. Abardeen. The timing of my car and the show? It was him all of this time fucking trying to get me to snap out of it. Because he knows. He was trying to warn me. And he warned me, showed me and here I am acting dumb. And now with me reading this fucked up book. I get it now... I get it now... it's my brother... it's Ellie trying to protect me... And fucking... fucking Elliot Smith... She listened to this guy... I'm so shocked.

 

[faux90skid]

I'm like. Super protected. And with everything going on in my life. I found out... that it will all be over soon! The torment. The emotional abuse that I have to tune out. He hates that I'm going through it. By the women who we are related to by birth. The fucked up obstacle course she has to go through... the no more bullshit! Him leading me to the corvette. Then finding out about where it was located. Next to a town called Abardeen. The condition. I just want to cry... like in a good way. I'm so retarded. And every fucking time I go up to my spot weird shit happens to me man. Like not bad or anything but like. Ellie or he's with me. I mean what the fuck. I avoided a tragic fire because I heard a voice in my head the night before the fire happened. I'm like haunted but not in a bad way but the people I fucking loved when they were alive... I just hope my dream soulmate girlfriend comes into my life already. I know when it happens I will feel so guilty like I don't deserve her. But it's like... shit that I always deserved... and I don't know. I might actually get into a really incredible relationship with her. Fuck. All of this is getting to me...

 

[faux90skid]

fuck dude... couldn't sleep

was thinking a lot though

I need to get my shit together with some shit

ugh...

 

[faux90skid]

Dear Future Girlfriend...

♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

Tonight as I was walking down the street under the nightly gradient of the dying day. I thought about you standing at the end of my street with a clown mask. Head tilted. Your hair messy. You holding a skateboard to your side and a blade in the other hand. You say my name and ask me to play with you. Then you giggle uncontrollably. You did your research and found me. Obsessing over everything I post and say. And there I was at the dead end of my street cornered by you. As you laugh demonically. You found me and now you have me by the balls and you won't leave. I then run in the other direction as you begin to chase me. Laughing violently taunting me as you pursue me from behind. You yell out "you have nowhere to go sweetie", "who's my good boy", "don't run from mommy". And I'm forced to hide in the woods as you stop in your tracks at the edge of the woods. You get a flashlight and wave it among the trees and as you search for me, you continue to taunt me.

♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

I know you're crazy for me... I will love all of it. Freaking me out all of the time. Begging me to play with you. When I listen to "My Kind of Woman" by Mac DeMarco... I dance in my street at midnight under the moon. Singing out loud as if you're there. my...my...my... kind of woman. Because you are. And I love you so so much. Please find me my sugar haven. I want to play with you so bad. I want you to cling onto me. I want you to be so attached. I need it so bad. I need you as you feel the same way. I could write a book about you a million times. I know you're strange and wild. Messy and colorful. That look in your eyes with that grin. Singing in the dark about me. Wearing a creepy mask. Drawing me on your walls. Writing about me in your diaries. Mental episodes in the bath tub. Candles that whisper in the dark. The dark. You are my dark. You cling onto me I can't escape.

♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹_. ༶ ⋆˙⊹⁺♡♡⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

 

[faux90skid]

Page 324 of Girl In Pieces.

Charlotte reconnects with another girl from the mental hospital back in Minnesota. Pretty much. This girl "Blue", takes a greyhound to Tuscon Arizona to link up with Charlotte. Right away, she's being an asshole toward Charlotte by being passive aggressive all of the time. We find out that she used to be a Meth addict, that she used to cut and that she still drinks. Blue keeps flirting with Riley (and no I still hold my opinion of the guy from the previous section) to the point it's becoming too much for Charlotte. Blue tells Charlotte that she was the favorite/pet at Creeley (the mental hospital).

That's what I have for now since I have a bad feeling some fucked up shit is about to happen.

Also in the previous section before it closed. Mikey got married and told Charlotte that he has something important to tell her through Email. Though he never says it so I'm going to have to keep reading in order to see what it is.

(Edit)

Yup Called it. It was celebration of the dead day and Charlotte was about to start her passion as an artist at a gallery she would be working and learning at. She walks into her apartment and sees a terrible mess left by Blue. She freaks out especially seeing how Blue's phone was handled as if she threw it on the ground. She rushes to Riley's house. She finds Blue in the middle of the floor with a meth pipe next to her knees. She has relapsed on doing meth. Blue then tells Charlotte, Louisa (another girl from the hospital) has committed suicide by lighting herself on fire. Understandably this overwhelms Charlotte so she looks for Riley, She walks into the kitchen as she witnesses him having Sex with another girl (wendy who has been a girl he's been doing K2 with) and so she runs out of the house in a massive blur from everything that's happening. And as she's trying to make it through the crowd on the street she has flashbacks of another friend (Ellis, who I believe killed themselves).

 

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Girl In Pieces Finished...

Charlotte goes with a couple of her co-workers who are grandchildren of a man that lives in New Mexico. The old man (Felix) is into art just like Ariel & Tony from the Gallery back in Tuscon. The whole time she's there. In the beginning. Charlotte recovers from what unfolded the other night. But toward the end of her stay, she gets engulfed with your art once she continues it. The man Felix has a beautiful house with an enormousness art studio with many rooms that have features of their own. She finished some pages of her work and returns home to Tuscon where her co-workers from her job get surprised she's back. The place closed due to Riley stealing money from the night counts. Julie, sister also Boss of the place took some ideas from Charlotte to rebrand the place in order for it to recover from the damage done by Riley. Riley is up in a rehab facility in a non-mentioned state. Wendy, the girl he was fucking went to the hospital and the lady he stole the car from on that night wants to press charges for theft.

While Charlotte is on a computer (I think at her house I can't remember?), she gets a message from her new facebook account by an old friend that goes by Evan. He informs here that Seed House was shut down and "Fucking Frank" got arrested for sex trafficking of minors & drugs.

Further, we learn of Ellis being alive having survived her suicide attempt because there was a night that Riley was able to be released for a short temporary time for a cancer benefit concert due to a relative dying, assumingly Julie's mom. The women that owned the car that Riley wrecked decided to let off on pressing charges if Riley decided to perform at the concert in Tuscon. So he does and while he's there he makes it up to Charlotte. Charlotte has a song performed about her, for her and he's clean. Not dirty, sobered up and hands Charlotte a piece of paper while they were on stage. With his real name on it since he remembered Charlotte being curious of it. Before this happened. Felix the grandfather of Charlotte's two coworkers offers Charlotte a job to be an artist assistant back at his house in New Mexico. He is currently in New York and wanted to meet her there to discuss her position and new life. Felix knows about everything that happened but also knows her ambition to become talented with art. It's because he saw the pages of her drawings she left at the gallery show of the night of the incidents. The book ends with her reminiscing about her past friends, Casper, and her now dead friend Louisa while the plane she's on takes off to New York to meet Felix.

Really good book. Would read again. The author in her notes mentions the reason she wrote the book. For cutters and how she used to do it. Why it happens and the meaning of the self-harming acts.

I haven't had a book tug at my heart strings before and this one did just that. It's grim, dark... but it has great ending that all fell into place shortly after a tragic incident. I recommend this to anyone into grim, dark, physiological shit like this. Even though I spoiled most of it already.

 

[faux90skid]

The rest of 2026, 2027, and 2028 are about to be the most fucked up years of this country holy fuck.
Dude I hope I win the lottery soon. Fuck that shit. Bro. The Alphas are about to hit the work force soon. I cannot work with those kids dude. I already can't stand working with my own generation. They are all retarded and busted. Please let me win the powerball. It's not even about the money. It's about being free and happy. Not having to be around people just to earn pebbles. Dealing with faggots and niggers. I tried another 2nd job and I had to leave it too because there is a drug dealer in the crew on nights and they keep eyeing both of my cars. I thought maybe I don't take the Corvette but they keep surfing there eyes at my normie car too. Then the kids dude, one had no clue how to use a dust pan it was terrible.