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Lonely Sigma and the Looksmax Dream
In the glow of his screen, late at night,
Lonely Sigma scrolled, bathed in blue light.
A disciple of forums, a seeker of change,
Where jawlines and ratios are carefully arranged.
On Looksmax.org, the gospel was clear—
"You must chisel your bones, erase all your fear.
A warrior sculpted, not born but designed,
Salvation through surgery, status refined."
He measured his face with meticulous care,
Wishing his chin were a little more square.
"Orbital tilt" and "midface ratio,"
The numbers defined how far he could go.
Yet mirrors still whispered of things left undone,
A temple unworthy, a war never won.
He saved for a surgeon, dreamed of a day
When girls would look twice, not just turn away.
But deep in the forums, a darker belief—
That only the chosen could ever know peace.
Some spoke of "blackpills," of fate set in stone,
That some men were destined to suffer alone.
Lonely Sigma, adrift in the tide,
A prisoner still, though his jaw was refined.
For deep in his heart, the truth softly gleamed—
No scalpel could car
ve the worth that he dreamed.
CHATGPT IS BEAUTIFUL
In the glow of his screen, late at night,
Lonely Sigma scrolled, bathed in blue light.
A disciple of forums, a seeker of change,
Where jawlines and ratios are carefully arranged.
On Looksmax.org, the gospel was clear—
"You must chisel your bones, erase all your fear.
A warrior sculpted, not born but designed,
Salvation through surgery, status refined."
He measured his face with meticulous care,
Wishing his chin were a little more square.
"Orbital tilt" and "midface ratio,"
The numbers defined how far he could go.
Yet mirrors still whispered of things left undone,
A temple unworthy, a war never won.
He saved for a surgeon, dreamed of a day
When girls would look twice, not just turn away.
But deep in the forums, a darker belief—
That only the chosen could ever know peace.
Some spoke of "blackpills," of fate set in stone,
That some men were destined to suffer alone.
Lonely Sigma, adrift in the tide,
A prisoner still, though his jaw was refined.
For deep in his heart, the truth softly gleamed—
No scalpel could car
ve the worth that he dreamed.
CHATGPT IS BEAUTIFUL
