by EndPoliticians | Jun 13, 2024 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Poems, Writing
Diabolically dimensional. Disconcertingly diminutive. Deconstructive departurism. Succeedingly leading. Recessive recessiveness. So it goes. Set in motion. The choice is not. Upon the turn. Escape in escapism? One thinks not. But to return? Perhaps the answer. To void...
by EndPoliticians | Apr 18, 2024 | Blog, Philosophy
To tear it down all the while building it up, but a necessarily constructive effort, in passing, through and through, crossed over, fully aware that there is no going back, straight forwards in circled elevating advancement. To reach that point, heightened desolation,...
by EndPoliticians | Jan 11, 2024 | Blog, Life, MONEY, Philosophy, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, What Happened?, Writing
Time to start in the middle of it, figuratively speaking anyways, though a literal translation might be just that of the end death bed, intravenously fed, alveoli drowned gasping gurgled sputter bringing the doped up, falsely weighted down doom necessitating right of...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 30, 2023 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Politics, The Human Condition, The-Ology, Writing
Just like a Catholic priest at summer camp in the middle of the night, this website – ENDPOLITICIANS.COM – life-changingly spewed forth a contemplative medium of substantive offering affecting the mind of the one so singled out being unfortunate enough to...
by EndPoliticians | Nov 15, 2023 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Word Salad, Writing, WTF?
So, where does one go from here? Well, first, suppose one might have to contemplate where here is to be exact, in order to get there. So now a second topping of the front line becomes designated to get to the bottom of everything in between the third realization of...
by EndPoliticians | Oct 26, 2023 | Blog, Philosophy, Politics, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
Mindless Shock Gobbles Afoul A Foul Time to grab your water wings again people, the bleeding-heart surface squirting piss parade whirlpool is unremarkably still blowing hot air into substantive, fully blinded murkier depths of downright stuck clinging despair belaying...
