by EndPoliticians | Feb 6, 2025 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Stupidity Incarnate, Truth Be Told, Writing
Who is one to say unless they have tasted it daily upon annum? A veritable smorgasbord buffet of deceit, open err, sleaze-guard vacated. Force-fed thievery that slow roasted mutton, across the way, but a triangulation in part. Heightened allocation, a downright...
by EndPoliticians | Jan 30, 2025 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Philosophy, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Word Salad, Writing
Fourword Out, out and away? Multifaceted Greasy Foreshadowing What an absolute piece of shit. Uncontained, running amok societally traversing, blindly a walking pace of disgrace that trodding. Ground on then ground in, treading softly upon sole disgracing...
by EndPoliticians | Dec 12, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Philosophy, Poems, Truth Be Told, Writing
Intersectional Dislocation Inundatory Obliteration Scarified Yesteryear Netherworld Continuity Regenerative Anomalies Stereoscopic Yardstick
by EndPoliticians | Nov 28, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Philosophy, Poems, Truth Be Told, Writing
Votive to see, it so stalking me, how could it be, such a double vee? Vivarium replete, no space between, managing fleet, yet to be seen. Vegetative state, attaché same, substantive grate, all in a name. Vesuvius leaning, carcinoma core, fruitless of weaning,...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 21, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Stupidity Incarnate, Truth Be Told, Writing
Once upon a time, in a geographical location not so far, far away, there dwelled a hairy beast with hairy legs, hairy arms, hairy chest, hairy nostrils, hairy face, and even a hairy back. Even such a beast’s hair was miraculously sprouting its very own hair!...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 14, 2024 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Hidden In Plain Sight, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Stupidity Incarnate, Truth Be Told, Writing
I’ll be damned, my old school paper pulp Globalist supported calendar let me know today that November the 14th is none other than the birthday of that raving Teutonic-Limey bitch Queen Charles the Turd. Yes, that fugly inbred, gin and baby blood drinking,...