Aside from Sex, what is your goal

[Gaygymmaxx]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

 

[HtnceI]

Reproduction

 

[Prøphet]

To exert my will

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Reproduction

To exert my will

Shit answers retards

 

[Prøphet]

Shit answers retards

How so

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

How so

I asked what plan you want to execute

Your answer was essentially "execute"

Retarded nigga can't believe I have to explain it

 

[BeanCelll]

To follow c's teachings to my grave

 

[Prøphet]

I asked what plan you want to execute

Your answer was essentially "execute"

Retarded nigga can't believe I have to explain it

The purpose is within the plan itself

 

[tomahawk]

To change the world
I will be up there, I will be great... I promise

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

The purpose is within the plan itself

Yea except you couldn't think of a plan

You are not the poet retard

 

[OldSpice]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

make my name known

 

[january]

fame

 

[tomahawk]

Yea except you couldn't think of a plan

You are not the poet retard

Actually im a good poet wanna read my poem?

 

[Prøphet]

Yea except you couldn't think of a plan

You are not the poet retard

The universal meaning isn’t found in the type of plan but rather the exertion of “the plan”

 

[lifeless]

to graduation with my masters u incel niggas are failures

 

[Nexom]

Honestly, I've always wanted to get to fund a well organised orphanage. Not even joking, that's one of my main goals. Having a kid and making him/her a great person would be another goal.

 

[VrillFatNoob24]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

To rule, own and conquer

 

[LTNUser]

Actually im a good poet wanna read my poem?

Send your poem

 

[tomahawk]

Send your poem

I named it will
While others drink and puff the smoke,
One's desire just awoke.
Yet the desire's not a miss,
But a wish, eternal bliss.
The will to live and love and strike,
To surprise and truly like.
A poet's trust and poet's friend
Is his mind, and not his end.
Trust the words, since for their sake
Mouths are open, and life's a stake.

Prose is beauty, no disguise, for it determines who to rise,
It shows a man for how he's wise,
It teaches great to sightless size.
From wicked lands and ruthless sands,
It guards from evergreen demise.
From what the devil now demands,
From hurtful blows and evil eyes.

Thought is chance and thought is love,
A broken dice and foolish dove,
Misguided son who's lost in Sun
Of wasted time and worthless rhyme
Must be aware and fiercely run.
Blinding shine and work in vain
Break and kill and enforce pain,
Thieve and loot in misty rain
Of empty hopes and dreams that sane
Would not believe and wouldn't urge,
Since views of yours to them are purge,
Of their well-being it is surge,
But do not stop - your thoughts must splurge
Into their minds that stand like wells,
Since water theirs reeks bad and smells.
Rotten belief that's born by grief
Do not accept, don't be a thief.

Tired nights and daydream flights,
Heist to conquer, to win fights,
To stray away from barren ways,
From silent whisper and Sun's hot rays
Must feel and urge to be aware
Of what danger he thinks is rare,
For what is sudden is not to stare,
Do not stay slow, don't let it glare
At you with evil and with cries,
For such are empty, such are lies.
Keep working hard, in it, is heart.
Strive, for it is beauty, it is art.

 

[Seven]

being better

 

[Deleted member 321873]

world domination

 

[vexcel]

purpose is cope

 

[tomahawk]

I named it will
While others drink and puff the smoke,
One's desire just awoke.
Yet the desire's not a miss,
But a wish, eternal bliss.
The will to live and love and strike,
To surprise and truly like.
A poet's trust and poet's friend
Is his mind, and not his end.
Trust the words, since for their sake
Mouths are open, and life's a stake.

Prose is beauty, no disguise, for it determines who to rise,
It shows a man for how he's wise,
It teaches great to sightless size.
From wicked lands and ruthless sands,
It guards from evergreen demise.
From what the devil now demands,
From hurtful blows and evil eyes.

Thought is chance and thought is love,
A broken dice and foolish dove,
Misguided son who's lost in Sun
Of wasted time and worthless rhyme
Must be aware and fiercely run.
Blinding shine and work in vain
Break and kill and enforce pain,
Thieve and loot in misty rain
Of empty hopes and dreams that sane
Would not believe and wouldn't urge,
Since views of yours to them are purge,
Of their well-being it is surge,
But do not stop - your thoughts must splurge
Into their minds that stand like wells,
Since water theirs reeks bad and smells.
Rotten belief that's born by grief
Do not accept, don't be a thief.

Tired nights and daydream flights,
Heist to conquer, to win fights,
To stray away from barren ways,
From silent whisper and Sun's hot rays
Must feel and urge to be aware
Of what danger he thinks is rare,
For what is sudden is not to stare,
Do not stay slow, don't let it glare
At you with evil and with cries,
For such are empty, such are lies.
Keep working hard, in it, is heart.
Strive, for it is beauty, it is art.

@LTNUser why didnt bro read

 

[heightmaxxer1133]

Save europa from immigrants and jews and having 5 wives

 

[valentine]

 

[Lefty Rankin]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

My goal is to mog with this mother lovin haircut.

 

[ropemaxx298]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

a picnic

 

[Nutsack2000]

no idea lmao

 

[LukaKhang]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

Omg ggm is back welcum back

I named it will
While others drink and puff the smoke,
One's desire just awoke.
Yet the desire's not a miss,
But a wish, eternal bliss.
The will to live and love and strike,
To surprise and truly like.
A poet's trust and poet's friend
Is his mind, and not his end.
Trust the words, since for their sake
Mouths are open, and life's a stake.

Prose is beauty, no disguise, for it determines who to rise,
It shows a man for how he's wise,
It teaches great to sightless size.
From wicked lands and ruthless sands,
It guards from evergreen demise.
From what the devil now demands,
From hurtful blows and evil eyes.

Thought is chance and thought is love,
A broken dice and foolish dove,
Misguided son who's lost in Sun
Of wasted time and worthless rhyme
Must be aware and fiercely run.
Blinding shine and work in vain
Break and kill and enforce pain,
Thieve and loot in misty rain
Of empty hopes and dreams that sane
Would not believe and wouldn't urge,
Since views of yours to them are purge,
Of their well-being it is surge,
But do not stop - your thoughts must splurge
Into their minds that stand like wells,
Since water theirs reeks bad and smells.
Rotten belief that's born by grief
Do not accept, don't be a thief.

Tired nights and daydream flights,
Heist to conquer, to win fights,
To stray away from barren ways,
From silent whisper and Sun's hot rays
Must feel and urge to be aware
Of what danger he thinks is rare,
For what is sudden is not to stare,
Do not stay slow, don't let it glare
At you with evil and with cries,
For such are empty, such are lies.
Keep working hard, in it, is heart.
Strive, for it is beauty, it is art.

Sound kinda gpt a bit but mirin the effort

 

[NotsoNolann]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

Move to Miami and buy a business

 

[tomahawk]

Omg ggm is back welcum back

Sound kinda gpt a bit but mirin the effort

its 0 gpt
full myself
its a few poems merged, took maybe 3 months?

 

[BR32]

its 0 gpt
full myself
its a few poems merged, took maybe 3 months?
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Reminds me of Tolkien

Mirin the art

 

[tomahawk]

Reminds me of Tolkien

Mirin the art

love u brah

 

[flawinmirror]

I lack a master plan, a purpose

A grand machiavellian long term scheme to execute... no, I just want money.

Sex is mid, purpose is peak

Stable good source of money, and beauty

 

[BR32]

I want to be happy.

I want be happy with how I look, my group of friends, where I live, my family if I have one, and most importantly what I'm doing with my life.

I used to have this back in the day before I found BP and LM and I'm tryna get back there.

Unfortunately even if you're happy with how you look it doesn't mean society will treat you well.