So went the axis’: yaw, yaw, yaw – yawn, yawn, yawn. Good Lord and Jesus McFuckingChrist help me, what a fucking stink! A veritable regular steaming and piss-warm pile of shit such a locale emanated ceaselessly. It mattered not where, as for that is where it was; it could be everywhere, and it was everywhere indeed – geographical location totality; a freak-show banal insanity; obtuse millennia of abject calamity – so such a permeating place was given a name, by history, in what certainly always seemed to be an unwrapped misrepresented present: It was called Thermo-Pile, for the incessant piss-warm pile of shit that it truly was; seething, stealing in breathing breath – Ah, Thermo-Pile, such a dually concocted piss-warm pile of shit indicator of the truly minuscule current generation needed to bridge the Narrow Societal Pass over, in turn, setting it all a-dark. So it was – and so He set off, with 300 articles, in an attempt to hold-fast the encircling, staunch stench well on its way to inundating the Narrow Societal Pass headlong into roughshod cookie-cutter production-lying oblivion….
And so went the battle, in the continued onslaught of Unaccountable Power’s endless wars dancing merrily in a jig to death, domination and, profit. What a battle it was for those 300 articles: In the Narrow Societal Pass’ defence – concussive, debilitating and immensely crippling truths were unleashed upon the Narrow Societal Pass at Thermo-Pile, not to mention a ceaseless creeping and obliteratively disfiguring barrage of lambasting comedic shock and awe all mortar & pestled together with a new metaphoric blitzkrieg, with all such laid down range in a frontline attack of offended by the alphabet sensibility tracers guaranteeing that all such ammunition would, even in deflection shooting prowess, land on intended targets in hebdomadal sorties. What a fucking mess it made! Shattered minds, corpses strewn, fuck-tard manias, many psyches strengthened, combat tactics honed, and an endless line of victims – the biggest casualties of them all, those offended by the alphabet! Fucking piddly id’s offended by the alphabet – unable to pass basic training.
There is but one left, and this is it. Seemingly the last hurrah. Those other 299 fought valiantly, comedically, cleverly, constructively, critically, ceremoniously, vehemently, and for such they will be remembered in history, in this very digital museum substrate, for any and all to visit, at their will, in honing purposes to sharpen the mind, acquire puddles of toilet humour, and possibly as a warning to the future of which is always present. Not to mentioned have a small fill of poetic delight.
So it goes, posterior to the geographical location wall at the Narrow Societal Pass in a convecting Thermo-Pile for any and all who care to look to be able to see such is the case in point of no return to sender. Yes, back to the wall, as the ignorance swirls this way and that.
But how will the end be truly decided and recorded?
Well, the choice is Yours.
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Yes, You – I’m talking to Each and Every one of You!
This website is approaching damn near five years in existence, and as the above alphabetical concoction stated, this is ENDPOLITICIANS.COM’s 300th, and very possibly, final article. Holy Rig A.Tony!: Five years, that is half a decade you know. Who would have thought that a now former pothead with a grade eight education could have done what was done in creative construction. Create, Create, Create artistic, positive, productive, thoughtful, enlightening….contributing things. That is my underlying and salient message people – Create, Create, Create. Truly the person who creates the means for a device that is able to record peoples dreams in real time will be one of the most salient beings in human simulation existence. This supposed world will never be the same after that.
But anyways, half a decade this overflowing septic field mind-fuck anomaly ENDPOLITICIANS.COM has been around wreaking havoc with the alphabet, amongst other things. And this is where it gets fugly. In those five years of existence this website has only actually been acknowledged, for what my immense energetic output has produced, only one time to my actual face in an audible sensory absorption. That’s it, one fucking time – at a restaurant I on occasion visit, the lady not in question, who must have come across my website after having seen it on one of the T-shirts Yours Punctuation Butcher Truly had made and was wearing on a visit, had subtly hinted that she was very fond of the article I wrote for my Mom on Mother’s Day. Yup, one fucking time – Thanks _____! Another time a very kind lady and family I know once donated Yours Freelancer Truly a bottle of wine for a thank you for my alphabetical prowess, without ever having ever once acknowledged that this website exists. And finally, one time an anonymous lady emailed me a few years ago and asked if it would be possible to add an auto-reader function to my writings due to her failing eyesight – of which was enthusiastically done at her request. That’s it, in half a decade; three ladies with more balls than any man out there actually acknowledged my work in any meaningful form whatsoever. Well, there is also the case of some ignorant fucks cyberstalking me and then leaving a breadcrumb in their own platform. Well and, also once, under assumption of not a cyberstalker, but an actual creepy criminal stalker, had left five dollars in my mailbox.
That is what Yours Contagious Leper Truly does not understand: why are there so many chicken-shits out there who refuse to acknowledge my website and the creative force behind it, but surely get great enjoyment from reading it? It is as if they think they will be tried convicted by the thought police or something and then be sent to prison indefinitely with an endless supply of soap without a rope? It does not even make sense to me any more. Not even any of my few friends or family that I know read my work will in the slightest acknowledge its creative fruition. Really, Yours In Puzzlement Truly does not feasibly understand such zipped-lipness. I am completely finished in doing this website for myself, so the choice is yours, yes, You.
To be perfectly blunt, this website has essentially ruined my life. That’s right, it is what one gets for standing up to the ignorance that serves evil, and evil in itself, go figure. One will discover that some claiming to be either, are in fact both. So another warning to the future that is always present: think infinitely hard about making a stand upon ignorance at the Narrow Societal Pass: For years on end, They will use and abuse you, lie to your face without so much as speaking a word, threaten you to your face without so much as speaking a word, one’s entire perception and stimuli will transform into what seems impossible to ever return to what for decades before was utter normalcy, and the rational and logical conclusion of to why such is transpiring can only be a flaw in the programming and simulation, and very clearly indecent amounts of moral prostitution and pure concentrated ignorance pouring down the proverbial rungs…One will learn that human nature can indeed change, and any fools who decry differently have never achieved any significant amount of of enlightenment…perverts and vultures….and that is just the tip of the shitberg, of which time constrains me from in-depth elaboration – so onto the next.
Yours Offended By The Alphabet Creator Truly has spent thousands of dollars to get this platform online, but more importantly has now spent over 2000 hours of his precious time creating content for this site in order to entertain and inform You, my Readership. 2000m hours is an exceedingly large amount of time! A full time job at 8 hours a day, without any stat holidays or vacation time works out to around 1920 hours. So in effect, Yours No Longer Doing This Shit For Myself Truly has worked one full year of my precious time to Create interesting, groundbreaking, informative, comedic, historical, revolutionary…content for an audience, that seems to me is saliently ungrateful for the extreme sacrifice my life has undergone in choosing to do this – therefore if You choose to not acknowledge this website and my sacrificial effort, Yours Sick Of The Bullshit Truly will be choosing to walk away from ENDPOLITICIANS.COM. Along with the thousands of dollars, and thousands of hours this platform has cost me, it has most certainly, in the half decade since its inception, has now cost me well over a thousand hours of lost sleep, not to mention the grey hair. That is a lot of fucking lost sleep people – right around six months of lost sleep in five years time. Support this website in meaningful acknowledgment! As for Those who think that popping out of the fucking woodwork and giving me a meaningless visual platitude – you could not be more fucking wrong, and such is an indicator of the overflowing ignorance running down those rungs. Yours Sleepless Nights Truly, knows that there is something better waiting for him once this is up, even if such is an absolute nothing. There are zero qualms about going to meet my ancestors, though do truly wish to live to be 99+ years like my maternal grandfather Charles. Acknowledge this site meaningfully, or there will be zero more to come down the one-of-a-kind creative mind-fuck masterpiece that this site is.
The fact that you people (not my benign readership) have been so ignorant to have cut me out of my own life after me having given so much is a testament to the above mentioned avalanche of ignorance. You people (not my benign readership) could give me extraordinary peace of mind in two minutes or less, without the future even being so much as mentioned, yet you people continue shit in my face without so much as any audible of said projected excrement, Like Yours Sick Of The Bullshit Truly has said before: Even a pimp has the decency to have conversations with his prostitutes. Yours Held Captive Truly has indeed had multiple entities claim ownership over me. Trust me, that is no way to “live,” and Yours Sick Of The Bullshit Truly is living proof. And as for you peoples (not my benign readership) genital diplomacy entrapment schemes – the fact you people even try that shit with someone that contributed so much to a cause spells out said above mentioned claiming of ownership over myself, and the lack of respect directed towards me; Yours Freelancer Truly ain’t your fucking dog, and is not trained to jump through your fucking hoops. It seems no parameters have been escaped and history is skipping upon the same old record. Why else would there be a conspiracy to trap one in a cycle of ignorance that seems to have originated via a Floridian Fruitcake Factory Foreman? Why is everyone so frightened of a discussion on enlightenment, or engaging with a former pothead with a grade eight education – what does such say of all that supposed power and might, claiming to be on my side, lining all them halls with towering years of what could only be there on display superiority.
Anyways people, Yours Dogs In His Stomach Truly is getting hungry and, thirsty, so one final message and a means to do so – Meaningfully Acknowledge this website and its creator’s effort if You enjoy my work and want to see more of it. If the collective You choose not to acknowledge and support this site, it is clear to me that this site has taught anyone anything other than there being endless selfish and chickenshit ungratefuls not deserving of the qualitative nature of that scrambled gooey substrate nestled between my ears and tied directly to my tallywacker.
You can support this site by writing me an email, or regular old snail mail, and send me something you created, a compliment to my work, or heaven forbid to prove that You can actually think for yourself and ask me a fucking question or give me a subject to write about in the manner you would like said subject to be brought forth in Creative Process; example, like, a poem, short story, comedic lambasting….
But most importantly, send me some fucking money via my donations page on this website, or even better, get Yourself a fucking envelope, wrap said money in a sheet of paper or two with a message that you hand wrote to me telling me how much you love/hate the work Yours Did I Ever Tell You How Handsome You Are TodayTruly does, or some constructive criticisms, or heck, even your marriage proposals – so long as you are a biological woman.
Meaningfully Acknowledge this site or it will be no more.
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That means all of my gerbil aficionado readership in Langley and Ashburne, Virginia in the good old USA! USA! USA! Create, Create, Create – Create a new faux black ops and send me one-third of the “official” budget you cheap lazy fucks. What, you can overthrow countless geographical locations, yet you cannot fund the revolutionary of revolutionaries? Don’t tell me there is anyone else out there producing content of my calibre!
Where else are you going to find someone that writes seemingly plausible content the likes of the Russian FSB being the highest consumers of gerbil uptake per capital amongst geographical location intelligence agencies? And that indeed, matryoshka dolls were keenly invented to secretly transport experimentally pleasurable gerbil fetuses across a vast and expanse Russian landscape to be brought to term and and tested for eventual global intelligence agency safe-house stockpiling. The Russians conclusively cornered the gerbil market to one lone geographical location passage!
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