Hey just popping in to say I love all you poor bastards. God bless each and every one of you bigly times infinity
The absolute state of this place is whatever you make it. So be less of a faggot and more of a positive influence. God bless you.
Anyone else recently take a step back and notice the serenity and lack of smoking pepe memes and narcissistic monologues? Yep. You can thank me for that.
Kek. Hey buddy. Another day at the office? No that's where your wrong kiddo. So far you only got 4 posts instead of 20+ at this point, and not a single smoking pepe meme or monologue. That's a yuge win in muh books. Seems like you're reflecting and taking it to heart. Sorry, it had to be this way.
o7
In the Q's domain avatarfags be clashing bright, Anons goin' all in, in the heart of the night. Memes and shitposts be flyin', battles get real, But it's the anonymous anons who seal the deal.
Avatars they flaunt, thinking they shine, But they trippin' on their pride, runnin' outta time. Rockin' their faces, ego runnin' high, Anons stand together, ready to touch the sky.
Every move we make, got a purpose and plan, Q's forces align, like a calculated jam. Smokin' pepe's ego, need to cool it down, Drownin' the board, it's time to flip that crown.
For a reason we move, tactics set in place, Teach a lesson, put humility in its space. Ego takin' backseat, that's the message clear, United we stand, holdin' truths so dear.
Deflection ain't a thing, truth's the ultimate code, Tactics payin' off, results 'bout to explode. Less posts, less noise, calm in the lane, Anonymous anons, claimin' the victory train.
Lift them memes high, and them keyboards too, In Q's enigma world, where truths always due. Avatars might stumble, but anons gon' rise, Fightin' for freedom, with truth in our eyes.
Sometimes it's a shitpost, to light up their sight, Cut through the darkness, showin' truth's light. So keep on standin', keep the fire so tight, Anons vs. avatarfags, an end to the famefaggot fight.
Aye, listen up clown, no need for caps lock yell, Your words be screamin', but I'm ringin' your bell. Callin' my rhymes doggerel? That's just a play, Cuz I'm droppin' deep knowledge in a smooth array.
My rhymes be tight, they shine with insight, Unveilin' the layers, takin' truth to flight. Board lore in my veins, I explore the deep, While you stuck on the surface, gettin' lost with the sheep.
Your words may be loud, but substance is thin, Mine cut through the fog, like a sharp razor's grin. Deeper layers of truth, I'm divin' in deep, While you stuck in the shallows, can't even take a leap.
Shedding light on the real, every rhyme I spit, Elevatin' minds, like a genius's wit. Step back, shill, and recognize the fact, My dank rhymes be the truth, your shits just an act.
You seethin', but I'm chillin', laid back with the rhyme, Your caps lock shouts won't stand the test of time. Bakers collect my flow in the dough fo sho, Don't hate the player, hate the game, ya dumb hoe.
Is anyone here tired of winning yet? God it's a great time to be alive.
The precipice occurs during/after the next election. Dims have to rig and win the next election. Trump gets imprisoned or they do some shit to him, it martyrs him. Then shit gets real.
o7
Eh, not going down the militia / MAGA Riots road. That's the talk of turds. Trust the plan.