by EndPoliticians | Jun 27, 2024 | Blog, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
In Constructive Ignorance A firm footing that architecture of ignorance lays, spread thin none the less in shallow accompaniment. Foundational shambles in the form of a constrictive constructive demolition, piling upon piling to rock bottom dwelling. Lowest common...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 20, 2024 | Blog, Graft, MONEY, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Throne Trolls, Writing
Fourword Off with his head! Damnatio Memoriae Dead man walking. Well, walking when not in his daily regimen drunken stupor not so spectacular after the face-spending public soured limelight fades into his first of many to come stiff gin & baby blood...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 13, 2024 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Poems, Writing
Diabolically dimensional. Disconcertingly diminutive. Deconstructive departurism. Succeedingly leading. Recessive recessiveness. So it goes. Set in motion. The choice is not. Upon the turn. Escape in escapism? One thinks not. But to return? Perhaps the answer. To void...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Circle jerk commencement leading to a traffic jam bonanza Looking both ways reveals not a woman anywhere in sight Unity amongst brothers that special connection is made Bad to the bone motto opens a gaping new perspective Hardly Davidson honing the head work bores...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, Writing
Cam’s shaft excitedly turns his faltering crank, As a handlebar moustache tickles his taint. Redlined palpitation races uncontrollably forward, Leaving that kickstand buried in the dirt. Ignition electric races in passionate direction, Surging energy throes a...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Fourword Carl craves cock carnivorously! Words Like an all too limber butterfingers, drunken, concussive rifle scope kickback crimson trickling black eyed mark of shame in spotlighted deer hunting shenanigans – for me – they are certainly few and far...
