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 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...
by EndPoliticians | May 23, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Hardly Davidson merely an assembly line of broken down Sheilas Eyes on the prize not the short & curlies but a full patch supreme Laying on their throttle in skid-mark torquing pleasure Long road ahead on the short nozzled reservoirs Slipping and sliding on those...
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...
