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

[faux90skid]

Nigga I'm about to vanish if I bag the grand prize. I ain't talking on this forum for a whole month just maintenance. My ops won't know my plans. Little will they know I slid a check across the table at the diner and fetched a signature. Everyone is gonna see me on the throne and be like "who the fuck is that dude?" Yuh...

Bro I'm not taking out golden coins for gas. I'm not working anymore. I'm not getting drafted. Everyone is going to have a fucked Christmas while I'm getting my dick sucked in the sand dunes in Aruba or someshit. Trump is my nigga. I didn't vote for him. Everyone is sorry...

Saw some youtube videos about the economy and I face palmed. You people are fucked. I'm going to find my way out of this while you niggers are bouncing to Mcdonalds for a $20 combo. Relationship Crisis. Housing Crisis. Job Crisis. Nope not me dawg not anymore. I'm going to be a changed man this year. Ya'll have fun with allat you dig?

Fucking losers

 

[faux90skid]

I remember...

Alex was her pseudonym. We were a thing for a total of eight days. Her psychology was puzzling to me. She wasn't a normie. Our birthdays were 6 days apart. If anything she was yearning. I killed her in my mind years ago. But she hurt me so bad after a bad argument. She lived 45 minutes away from me and we met on Omeagle before it got shutdown. I shouldn't have given her a second chance. The second I found out about a dude she was still into after he ghosted her, I should have never readded her.

I fucking enjoyed leaving her out to dry. I blocked her for 4 days, and all days she tried readding me. I found out after she gave up and added a friend of mine to get through to me. In those 4 days I had a power over her. I didn't even know as I killed her in my mind for the first time...

This edit I made are the messages she sent me when she gave up and submitted to me. As soon as I accepted her friend request again, that is what she had to say.

But then I suppressed my sociopathy just to be fooled. I liked her but I became questionable of her after she told me of the previous guy that she was still latched on to. We stopped talking after I told her to go fuck herself. And that it wasn't going to work out. So she blocked me in the end.

But she only made my anti-social tendencies grow. She got pissed when I was hanging with my friends. Laughing with them, enjoying our hangout. She left the call, typed a bunch of letters in anger and didn't speak to me the rest of the night. Reminds me of someone else.

I get off to being the winner. And I will always... always win.

I'm shaking as I'm typing... Because I'm so sick. So fucked up. I wasn't this way. I was made this way...

And guess what. let me have fun with another useless girl. Just like Alex. I will have highs from the power over them.

So many vulnerable girls eye me up and down because I'm a charmer. Not the whore ones thankfully. But those sweet, innocent ones. The easy ones. They look deep into my eyes begging for me to open the door into my world. Like vampires at the door of a house. I look them deeply and I feel there's. It makes me want to lick my lips. My heart pumps with urge. My mind becomes to agitated by the amount of power I can hold. It's better when they are lonely and have no friends. Just like Alex. She had no friends. I hope she's dead. Or in an abuse relationship.

Because I could always get another one of these soon. And I will play them harder than a fiddle.

Because when the right girl runs into me and she's the actual mentally sick ones. The stalkerish ones. The ones that can't stand not having you around. I'm going to have so much fun with them. Giving them mazes for them to solve. Running them with only clues. She would do anything for me. And I could cheat on her. And it would only make her want me more. Just like the girls that cheated on me. Oh that pit in your stomach. That tightness in your chest. Oh it fucking hurts you. It throbs. But when she finds me. She obsesses over me. Oh... oh.... it just makes me rattle right now. It makes me wonder if the hinted one would do anything. Would she watch? Me do this? To another girl?

hahahahahaha

 

[faux90skid]

Bryan Kohberger did nothing wrong. He only did everyone a favor really.

One whore dead is one whore no one has to deal with.

 

[faux90skid]

Jeez I really was on one earlier wasn't I?

*sigh* Well. I guess I'm alone again right? NG doesn't even swing by anymore. I guess it's good in a way. I mean it's just my world telling me to take a breather. Be alone in my world. And then the yanderes will be falling from the sky. I really do want a yandere gf. Imagine my thread becomes a boyfriend and girlfriend thing. You know porn really fucked me up. But when I think about those little things with a girlfriend. I imagine us doing sleep calls in discord. Playing old games together. Doing naughty things *blushes*. But also just... gazing into each other. Us getting all fucking deep and sentimental. I hear a girl's voice in my head. Well sometimes Ellie's but she's telling me after a spicey session of instrument playing if you catch my drift

"i fucking love you... you dont get it i fucking love you..."

no its not post nut clarity shut the fuck up

"i wanna cuddle you so bad... i fucking love you... *sobs* how is this even possible?"

its like one of those moments where the music dies down and its silence and you just have each other to emotional wave with. and really i want that. i really wish i never watched porn man. i really wish i never even had to date girls that never would be my wives. why do i have to align myself with "live and learn" when I can "dream and live"?

my brain used to do this thing where I would tighten up when a girl actually loved me. I mean, as much porn as I jacked off to over the years, I would still have that feeling of being uncomfortable of being loved by a girl so much. and i did nothing to earn it. i just simply existed. Ugh... Ellie. She loved me so much.

I miss her so much. God she was so cute. I remember her showing me pictures of being in Chimney Rock. She was so happy. Holding a dandelion to her face, smiling with it. Our times at the mall when we bumped into each other on purpose because her dad was protective though he was laid back. She would tell me "hey ill be at the mall later" on a friday too after school. I'd take my beat up honda and meet her there. Her dad would keep an eye on me sometimes but he gave me a quarter to get gum with Ellie from the coin machine. We played mini golf on the third floor. we went into spencers briefly laughing at stupid shit

but I remember when me and her were on the track field and it was study. She walked up to me with her binder in hand, hair a slight mess, I could smell the perfume from her, she smiles and asks me "whats wrong?" Idk why this makes me emotional sometimes but, she really cared about me. I cared about her. And... I fucked up. I know I can't let the past get to me like this but I'm just having another night again and it sucks so bad.

I get so sentimental about just having an innocent relationship. I want my brain to have that feeling of being uncomfortable in an innocent emotional moment. Because I'd rather be anxious and nervous than alone and depressed. Though I'm not depressed but the weight is still greatly there. And I guess me being alone in my thread again. It's just my world telling me to get my shit together and utilize this time.

Because soon, this could be a duo thread with me and my yandere gf. And soon we will have discord sleep calls and have our emotional moments together where we are just so deep... so deep.

 

[faux90skid]

I've had an interesting weekend.

Ever since Thursday. Girls... Oh yes! Many girls too! Unbelievable. No, I'm not on my Ted Bundy bullshit. No I wasn't looking at them as potential victims. Brother let me tell you. From Sundresses to Emo. Beautiful ladies. No they aren't the BPD, chopped kind either. The emo girls I've run into are all pure and fresh. They weren't even slutty! Yes fishnet turns me on but it turns me off when I realize they are wearing it in public. I like that stuff in the bedroom. And I know Emo chicks get piercings and shit, tattoos, that shit turns me off personally. These girls didn't have any of that shit. They were all just cute just with some makeup here and there, dyed hair. I could tell they were innocent. This one I spoke to shortly at the mall. She just had walked out of Spencers and she noticed my new Converses. They are Peri Winkle. And she was like "where did you get those, I love those!" And I blushed and said "Amazon and that they had a sale". And she was looking me deep in my eyes and she started to turn slightly red. Here eyes were blue. She had red and black dyed hair. She had some freckles on her face. She was shorter than me and I towered over her. My heart fluttered, my throat tightened. I felt her Arura. I wasn't aroused. I was in her peace bubble. I could tell she got some shirts, I wanted to take her in my corvette and mess around with the RPMS to let her know I like to have fun but in my way. I walked into Spencers hazed, confused. Not knowing what had happened. The girl working noticed my expression the whole time as if I walked into a portal of confusion. She asked me if I needed help noticing it all. When I got back to the car I was still confused. Those emotions slowly going back to nothing like a tide washing back into the ocean. The either teased me so much I was... just at ah. She was so beautiful, clean, healthy, happy. If she hooked me more, if she stopped me completely and it led to discord exchanges or numbers... I just... it felt so close. I was close... She reminded me of Ellie so much. Her eyes, the joy. I cried some going back home on the highway we both took to go to school. I remember when it snowed, she always wanted to go to Crowders Mountain. She wondered what it was like up there in the wintery wonderland. Everytime I ride past the mountain I feel her, I'm reminded of her. A place she wanted to go. I bring a picture of her with me sometimes. I cry and cry. When no one is around. I just lose it. One time no one was around completely. I cried. I fell to my knees asking... why? Why did I do this to her? Why was I so fucking stupid? Was Ellie standing in between me and that girl? Is she a jealous spirit? Or was she hugging her hoping she'd want to exchange information? Ellie did you see any of it? That brief 10 seconds felt like 5 minutes. The heat on my cheeks, the hint of sweat on my temple. The heart, the emotions, the hormones, the energy, and that girls Arura. And it makes me think more and more. Was this a sign? I just want to cry right now. It makes me weak and weak. That mall that's dying slowly. The decay. But the memories still ghost that walk around. The tile like it's still brand new. The third floor that watches the other floors. Ghost... Decay... Uncanny... Liminal. The energy there. The laugh of my brother. The snowy night back in 04. It all ran through me on 74. And you ask yourself even when you are left empty. How can life be this beautiful? When everything is it's own music and tune.

 

[faux90skid]

Aberdeen. I don't know it all.
But I do know. It's special.
It's a small place. With a big meaning.
Your ashes will be in Aberdeen. Soon.

It's the best I can do.
As much I will sob in lost.
Under the Bridge will be my emotional maturity.
Our highway shares with the Milestone like in 90.
Our home shares the very name that haunts me.
Aberdeen.

The universe is telling me all that I need know.
That from Aberdeen to Aberdeen has a Milestone.
Like how both of you are haunting me.
With ashes and pictures. That picture of my best friend.
The drum sticks that are in the dresser.

When I arrive in flowers in tears. As much as it hurts.
My wings will only grow. And my focus will sharpen.
Millions may have come to weep but I have came to relive.
Even if it's for an hour. The sounds of the town.
The ghost of the music, the ghost of the people I lost.

I may need more than hour. With the weight in my eyes.
The ritual of letting go of your picture into the water.
The ritual of letting go of some of your ashes into the water.
Under The Bridge where the graffiti spreads out like a vine.
Oh Aberdeen. It's the healing I need. It's the closure without knowing answers.

 

[faux90skid]

I enjoy masturbating in nature. I accept that I won't ever have a girlfriend. So I imagine having sex with my imaginary one while I'm on top of a mountain after a good meditation session. I cum so hard too. Harder than when it's to porn. You wanna know why?

Because it's more real than real. You know. Most men have fire down below. We want some. But me. I not only one some. I just want to have the "i can't live without you sex". I want to fuck not because it feels amazing but because I genuinely want to love.

I'd honestly love to take a girl to where I was at today and just make some hard love with her to a sunset. We do some freaky shit like it's the end of the world tomorrow. I'm a nut job and a freak. I have all kinds of fetishes and ideas. But this world is so shit and exhausting.

So that's why I will continue to jack off in my Tommy Bahama beach chair, alone in silence as the wind tickles my ass. And I will cum like a snow storm because fuck it all. I can't imagine being miserable. Because yeah, my reality is sad but at least I'm not miserable though. Imagine you get up, go to your dead end job just to come home to drink and do drugs.

Mind you, they had chance after chance. I never had a chance when it came to my love life. I had to play games. Games I didn't want to play in order to get some fucking attention. They go to a thanksgiving dinner just to get fucked up and high in front of the whole family.

Thinks everyone else is the problem. Thinks it's totally cool to just get fucked up all of the time. And can't stand the fact I got to laugh at them again because they decided to go into a reality show where all they did was spiral out of control. Then they came to this forum obsessing over this thread at everything I posted.

And now they are gone probably with another junkie, going to get pregnant and on the path of suicide once again...

But when I jack off in my beach chair alone, at least I find peace, joy, and some form of happiness rather than seething at someone that actually loved me and would have been treated right by them.

 

[faux90skid]

vicky would do something drastic like this for attention

her and betty would be perfect besties

both are total rejects, burnt out on giving us content

and in the end they are both alone, depressed, and on substances

speaks volumes

 

[faux90skid]

I had an interesting dream last night.

My childhood forest turned into crystal chill water lagoons. Water was coming in from all directions, there were pools everywhere and trees sat on islands of red clay with their roots sticking out. And the water was 60 degrees F. Refreshing, breath taking. That reminds me of the Green River of Saluda. How cold that water is under a 100 F day. Nature just takes me away honestly. It's not even nature itself. It's just... the closest thing to those emotions. Those feelings we can't explain. Fuck me I bet it's better than any fucking drug or anything that gets someone high. It makes me think hard about all of the bullshit we feed ourselves. The drama. The politics. Our third eye is calling out to allow it to flood our minds with these emotions every single fucking day. And the arura isn't just the shine we warm things with. It's that fucking place, or those places we just can't understand but we are one with it. People call it "god", No it's not. It's not even celestial. It's that... those things we can't even right equations for as if we are too silly to touch the surface of.

That's how I feel about my soul mate. For one, I can't believe I get to love a girl. I mean, I'd honestly hate to be a girl let's be real. The biological hell. But the cosmos made me a dude and I get to stick my pee pee into the pie pie if you catch my drift. And yeah I know. Women get to orgasm more intensely blah blah... poor penis will never get a guy to orgasm like a chick. But honestly, just to have a girl latch onto me, never letting go. She can't let go... never ever ever. And when I need that sexual healing, I get to go inside a girl because I'm made to do that. But aside from that. It's just... I don't know I just thought about my soul mate so much on top of the mountain. I couldn't meditate because of some dudes talking way too loud about whatever the fuck next to me on the other boulder but still, I put my headphones on, jammed to Nirvana, Official Arctic Monkeys, Oasis and I was watching the vultures glide while the winds took over everything. Looking to the west during the evening and I was just getting so many vibes. I felt good. I felt her. Wherever she is. For all I know, she's probably right next to me. And I'm fucked if she sees me XD. Like hide and seek. Instant yandere obsession. She'll be that type of white chick that never did anything but she wants to suck me off within the first 24 hours of knowing each other. Then it becomes a fuck fest but a cuddle marathon. Oh man...

And our "dates" would be in my spot. Alone, with nature and the boulders...

 

[faux90skid]

also
vicky bitch
you came back after 2 weeks? logged your shit 4 times
you hate me because i won because i trolled you
but...? maybe move on?
because if you keep coming back then you just like me and you hate it
you thought about me sometimes while not looking at onionfarms
and when you keep coming back it makes me want to read books about your kind
you did high ascension drugs, did hard drugs and still does drugs
you know where i live, if you like me so much then show up to my house wtf are you waiting for
girl you just want some real sugar. i got that. im not a chump. im just out of your league i get it
but chopped girls got feelings too

so either delete your account/accounts or fuck off or maybe show up to my house and lets do some soul searching aight?
crazy white bitch

or or or

move on! LOL go get with another loser idk what to tell you

you're just into me and you hate it because im the realest person or in your words "sweet boy". I'm into being disciplined. You want to come discipline me? Come do it. I love being spanked. Make me your bitch. Your sweet boy. You hate me? Come spank my needy ass then. You're older than me so it makes it even better. Come make me a man.

or or or

move on!

 

[faux90skid]

I bet you read my fanfics about you. And you were just on the verge of finger blasting yourself. I know. After a decade of pain. And now more years of dwelling you just want to feel something real again. You know I can make that happen. You hate me but deep down there is a small flame just wanting me so bad and you can't stand it. I bet you're really cute when I'm in your head. Good or Bad. Sitting down observing closely in 1 in the morning. You are a freak. I knew you would come crawling back for more. I'm your new addiction. I'll give you the psyche ward treatment vicky. I would imprison you so you sober the fuck up. Oh yes... like serial killer shit. How would you like that? I'd give you books, cook for you, provide for you... but you would have to be surrounded by cinder blocks and bars, let out for only 1 hour in the sun. And when your withdraws hit and you're sobbing I'll watch you. Then when you become psychotic threatening to kill me. I want to see that demon in you brought out. I want to witness it alone. In the dark. I want to see your darkness in the dark. I want to shut off the lights, let the room become pitch dark so you cant haunt me through the bars holding you back. Would you like that? I know it's twisted but so are you. You are so twisted Vicky. Oh but Vicky when you're sobbered up, healed. I want you to ride me. Ride me like the crazy heathen that you are. Not because it's lustful but because it's emotional and spiritual. Sexual Healing. Ritual and Pure...

I want to know what it's like to feel you... just you Vicky.

 

[faux90skid]

Next time I go to my spot I will bring my notebook so I can write about you Vicky. Since you want my attention so so bad. Like the daddy issued girl you are. It'll be cute and adorable. The theme of it is when we are married and we are in bed together after walking the beach. Oh yes... it'll leave your heart pounding and you soaking wet just from the realism in it all.