by EndPoliticians | Oct 24, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, MONEY, Philosophy, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Truth Be Told, Writing
What an embarrassment! Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Well, surely some of you do, once that point has been reached, reached out to touch you that is. As for those who don’t know, trust me, you are more than likely going to find out, and when you...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 7, 2024 | Blog, Life, Philosophy, Truth Be Told, Word Salad, Writing
If it were as it was so it will seem as it is being evermore profoundly prolonging continuance befitting taken disputation rendered immensely impractical intuitive dispossession furtively sowing distributive selectness delineated categorically emphatically stretching...
by EndPoliticians | Jul 11, 2024 | Blog, Philosophy, Poems, Pulpify, Writing
Observational obliteration, entwined, intermingled, engrained. Dimensional delving, maimed, defamed, shamed, one and the same, unneeded in name, there and then to the here and now. Surrounds, so in bound, shallows, the depths, telegraphed dichotomy, cleaved, in such...
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...