by EndPoliticians | Jun 4, 2026 | Blog, Life, Mom's Contribution, Writing
Written by my mom, Anne, Before She Could Be Claimed Posthumously In Memory of Shadow I remember opening my eyes on those first mornings Back in South Africa, when I was still able to visit, And in the space between sleep and awareness, Not yet knowing where I was, I...
by EndPoliticians | May 14, 2026 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Life, Offended By The Alphabet?, Pulpify, Shock Gobbles, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Writing
Fourword Snork, sputter, cough, vomit. Loboto-Might Society had become the likes of a blonde haired asian woman: at first glance all seemed flowing well accordingly and on tempo in personified picture perfect anomalous camouflaged desire for the ages to condition...
by EndPoliticians | Feb 12, 2026 | Blog, Life, Nature, Offended By The Alphabet?, Word Salad, Writing
Fourword You are all beautiful! Pair ‘a Dice Say, has anybody told You how beautiful or handsome You are today!? God’s honest truth – like a scenic delight snippet dipterous, magnificent bumblebee on an epic pollen espousing bloom the likes of Adam and...
by EndPoliticians | Jan 29, 2026 | Blog, Life, Nature, Poems, Science, Truth Be Told, Writing
Time and space, such a welcome embrace Passion o’clock, crescendoed lip-lock Contouring behind, what a marvellous find Deft reach-around, appendage inbound Abracadabra, comment ça va!? Naught to niggle, adroitly do wiggle Delectable scene, thermogenesis between...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 26, 2025 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Life, Nature, Poems, Science, Truth Be Told, What Happened?, Writing
Itinerant manifestations, but a thought, fruition comes to bare Slinking multitudinous, amplitude generation, apparitional modulation devoid Insofar surrounding, loosed periodically, definitive categorization Tempestuous alteration, nullified fabric so,...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 20, 2025 | Blog, Covid-19, Graft, Life, Nature, Science, Shock Gobbles, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
Fourword A Would-Chuck Chuck? He was hoping this would be the year, by golly geez was He ever hoping! You know what, Jesus McFuckin’ Christ!, ‘hoping’ is definitively a monumental Mount Baker megalithic understatement of immovable reverence of actionable orifice...
