by EndPoliticians | Apr 11, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, MONEY, Politics, Pulpify, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
It is that time of the year. Sproing! It has sprung. Things are, after all, heating up, to such a dizzying stench. All of that shit so proudly fertilizes their own field for societal planting. The strangling tendrils bloom in disgusting nature, rooted upon a...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 4, 2024 | Blog, Poems, Pulpify, Writing
Ginger-Bred & The Pathetic Old Man… Felled upon ignorance a truncated orchard of desertification bearing no fruit Superficial appearance of maturity yet consumptively scrambled to the all rotten core Harboured loathing reflection traced unquestionably linear...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 28, 2024 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Lies, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Shock Gobbles, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, Throne Trolls, Writing
A Leading Detached Introspection – Fuselage Tally Talk about a volunteering force, elastically the mission remains undrafted, as in not drawn up officially. Engaged within special ops, there is no way in hell that I would go commando in my natural location. A...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 25, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
Dummy dust and ignorance nourish the lowly flock Those turkeys must gobble so craving endless cock! A rainbow of pigments assuredly one must posit Tonight is the night they creep out of that lonely closet? Always a’ prowling in search of virgin walls Such a...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 21, 2024 | Blog, Lies, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Writing
Fascist Co. Inc. a’ Dinks? One hundred million and counting, backwards, into looking evermore forward to the front lying casualty stretchers baring the wait of the spinning whirled to be carried forth longingly via a treacherous routing into coaled storage...
by EndPoliticians | Mar 14, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Politics, Propaganda, Scum of the Earth, Shock Gobbles, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
Dumb Thee Down – Up the Hatch So easily spewed, yet so hard to swallow. Ah, needing to vomit in one’s own mouth upon non-retentive offerings. Podia wise, the breakfast of champions. For those to have crossed any sort of finished line anyways. Consumptive...
