by EndPoliticians | Oct 17, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Politics, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
I suppose right now must be the right time to let my readership know that one of my turn-ons is watching uncoordinated Japanese women run. Trust me, it’s a thing, I saw it once, in real life, and then on the internet once thereafter, of which only confirmed my...
by EndPoliticians | Oct 10, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Politics, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Writing
Like a bull in a china shop, as the old saying goes. For those old folks like myself who have heard the term anyways, it conjures images of immense, chaotic destruction of precious sensibilities along with a disregard for any notion of geographical location spatial...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 15, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
могила (Tumulus) Wracked and ruined sickly body withstanding symptomatic diseased head Adjoining cervical attachment regulation guaranteed bloated leeches fed Nervous hypothyroidism manifested tellingly as geographical location bled Diagnostic compensation misnomer...
by EndPoliticians | Jul 18, 2024 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, Politics, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Throne Trolls, Word Salad, Writing
Fourword Super Duper Kaleidoscope Fantasy. On With His Head Time to enter the Pantomime Express, a cavernous eternal beast, racked in ruin, through the ages, such in productions. Comedic relief of the bowels of the bowels, synergetic abomination, simile spectacular...
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 | 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...
