by EndPoliticians | Sep 7, 2023 | Blog, Philosophy, Truth Be Told, Writing
The Cee Word These are the doggerel days of their summer, scratching a catatonic whipping posthaste of subterranean footing handily fingering a pumping-their-own-tires existence of fallacious exuberance caught up in a full on spectrum of loathing protuberance beaming...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 31, 2023 | Blog, Nature, Politics, Writing
Fossilized Remains Continental divide. Another school time learning experience that stuck with me all these years for some reason. Not even past years of wasted (?) and now firmly exhaled pot smoking could finagle that natural cycle concept from my holey cerebral...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 24, 2023 | Blog, Politics, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, The Human Condition, Writing
Fourword The splatter pattern cometh. Make it Grate Shall we make America great again? Most assuredly such sounds like a con, a grift, foolhardiness of some depleted lame brained wacky tobacky mirage of a fantasy dwelling that never truly was or ever will be. American...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 17, 2023 | Blog, Scum of the Earth, Stupidity Incarnate, Writing, WTF?
Talk about an official piece of shit. Telegraphing pure anguish on his Telegram account. Yes, that yellow belly, blue in the face Smurf Zelensky is so delusional, drunk on despair, and craving attention that he thought it a masterful tactic to post a video of himself...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 16, 2023 | Blog, Skulking In the Shadows, Writing
Hemispherical Ping Pong Ever had recurring thoughts endlessly scoring an idea from absorbed stimuli that would just not go away? That back and forth synaptic tabling. Heaven knows, nobody says it had to be true after all. Asking questions is allowed, right? Now matter...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 10, 2023 | Blog, Poems, The Human Condition, Writing
Fallow heads of overreach sprout another’s planted intention Spreading the blight on any terms so blows of indignation Strewn about of mindless seed a harvest for the taking Stunted in and parcelled out the milled souls are taken to market Shepherd’s husks...
