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[Faux90sKid]

Okay

So now that I can post pictures. Here are the messages from Yesterday. I was so shocked by how much she snapped. Its like she doesn't want me to block her as if this love hate relationship thing is the only thing keeping her holding on. The attention she didn't receive when she was a child. Debating if I should keep her added or just block her. She is like a character that keeps the silliness to a high volume. Never seen before colored hair freak having a meltdown almost every day and constantly keeping the thread page refreshed to see if I post her messages.

 

[Faux90sKid]

Whos dick are you sucking tonight at the party boo?

 

[Faux90sKid]

It's a shame. You won't be anything significant. Just a cum stain on the floor. I know I'm lonely but I don't give a shit. I get into a sociopath groove sometimes when people are assholes. You will read this when you are drunk and full of someones semen. Your hole is so dirty it's wild how many cum dumps happened inside of it from so many dudes. You will eventually get pregnant and have a miscarriage. Then you will try for another child then it will come out healthy and fine. Then you will be such as terrible mother even your own mother will get social services/CPS involved where the kid gets take into custody of your mom. What will she tell your child?

Mommy is just going through somethings.
Your mommy still loves you, she's just sick.
No matter what happens mommy always loves you.

Fucking pathetic. I mean your mom is a nice women and I don't mean that sexually or anything of that nature. She honestly seems like a hardworking, merit-able, always on top of shit kind of women. So I won't shit on her because if I was her I'd be a shame of my daughter hardcore. But I know 100% when some scumbag impregnates you he's going to ditch you in a heart beat. I bet my balls on that bitch. He won't give a fuck about you or the thing he put inside of you. Then you will be such a fucking waste that it'll be your mom's responsibility to take care of it. Please tell me when this happens so I can laugh at your silly ass. You are the fucked up part of the family. Everyone else seems normal, healthy, financial reasonable, & have friends throughout the state of Nebraska. It's sad that I had to run into you it really is. You never had respect for me because you don't have respect for yourself. All you do is get drunk and fucked up while strange men touch you in all places.

You are a perfect punching bag for me I don't think I should block you because I get off to this shit so much. This is better than porn by all standards. You know with porn. You jack off, bust then you get post nut clarity. Then the high wears off. With this, I get to keep kicking you while you're down for everything you did to me and I get to have a high from it almost every day because all you can do is make empty threats and talk about stabbing a table. Keep embarrassing yourself dumb bitch. You helped me hate white women even more.

 

[Faux90sKid]

Well. It's best I close the chapter. Do a rewrite on the section about you and move on. Bye bitch.

 

[Faux90sKid]

I feel much better. I let everything out like a fat dump. But now I have to take control. I have to. I'm done saying I'm tired. I shouldn't complain anymore. I'm going to start wearing a Turban like a lunatic. People will think I'm crazy. No they don't understand me and I won't give a shit I'm not muslim.

Zootopia 2 is coming out. I never gave a shit about the first one and I don't give a shit about the new one coming out. My pfp is simply a crisis of reminiscence. Back when I was a brony before I had my own fandom. Yes. People wanted my cock at one point believe it or not. I was also not a fat fuck so that's a plus. But seriously this isn't some troll post this is me being 100%. I really want to go on a huge break from everything but I don't want to lose my Admin status. Ken is a ball tickler so you must play at his table.

Think about your future crazies.... Think about your future crazies. Forget about your past. Think about your future crazies... I need to fucking be put in a basement or something. Deprive me of internet and force me to read books. Force me on a diet I'm a grown child and can't do it myself. I hate this shit. I hate this shit. I'm getting fucked in the ass everyday by my own cock. I can't jack off and I have to be easy on the testosterone herbs. Everything will be okay. My harem its going to happen yes. Oh yes. I will be spoiled and tickled. I will giggle and piss myself. I will be mad but the happy mad man. I need it. I need it. Give it to me. I will moan it. GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME. I want to say that to my babes but with no pegging involved. I mean, like I want them to be super dooper obsessed with me and fuck with my head. I want my babes to be in my head, be quirky assholes and fuck with my head.

Please fucking lock me up and throw away the key. Strip me naked and yell bullshit at me. I want to be your basement slave. Call me filthy and dirty. Call me everything in the fucking book. Tell me I've been such a bad boy omg. Tell me I'm a bad bad boy and taunt me. Fuck with my head. Tell me something I don't know or repeat my name in an insane creepy fucking way. Pull this animal inside of me. I need it so bad I'm so fucked in so many ways. Everything will be okay, my harem... my harem. Yes my harem...

Ah yes. She says my name with silk. Chills all over my flesh. All over. I'm chained up. On her bed. Clothed and.... tremblely. She's in lingerie teasing away at me how dare she as I'm her slave. She whispers in my ears the delicate affirmations of me. Oh no sir I'm not horny anymore. I'm taken away. Just taken away. Fucking gone into her world. Oh dear how I hate myself even though it's not my fault. But she puts me back together with her nurturerment. I musnt be ashamed of myself anymore. But be one with her because no longer is the piece of me is gone but rather within me that piece being her being one with me. I just want to fall into the deepness of tears of rejoice of tears of my very soul for I am no longer in the glooms of the grey days but in the fields of grasses and the flower patches of the infinite oh dear. Forbid the number of the miles and walk along them without counting for the day showers above on the step never expected to prompt such occurrence, the atmosphere change like a fresh wind of a new spring. Yes..... she says. The words said. Yes.... Yes...... Yes.