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 30, 2024 | Blog, Pulpify, Slop Trough, The Human Condition, Throne Trolls, Writing
Lockjaw Thursday Come on bro, you (I) can do it! You (I) are fighting against ignorance, evil, stupidity, cowardice, incompetence, delusional dunces, etc and the like of clueless, overfilled victim projection dirty diapers of their sullied, piddly worlds of black hole...
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 | May 2, 2024 | Blog, Life, Pulpify, Writing
Fourword Big fish sushi smorgasbord. A Bigger Fluffy Picture So, how did everyone enjoy last week’s ENDPOLITICIANS.COM article? For me, it was most certainly the bestest and most favourite article to which said punctuation butcher, yours truly, has ever had the...
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...
