by EndPoliticians | Oct 10, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Politics, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Writing
Like a bull in a china shop, as the old saying goes. For those old folks like myself who have heard the term anyways, it conjures images of immense, chaotic destruction of precious sensibilities along with a disregard for any notion of geographical location spatial...
by EndPoliticians | Sep 19, 2024 | Blog, Life, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
It Cannot be Unsaid, Nor Should it How does the old saying go?: If you loathe something, let it fly, and if it comes back to bite you, so fucking be it. Sounds about right to me, though tweak it a bit this way or that way for your liking. Or chances are, greatly to...
by EndPoliticians | Sep 4, 2024 | Blog, Direct Democracy, Poems, Politics, Pulpify, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
Leopards and Tigers, but no bears, oh my Animalistic prowling, today and gone by Yearning safari, all encompassing scope In situ waste of atoms, a perfect isotope Now in admission, concessionary zoo General staff wielding, what is one to do? Tread on...
by EndPoliticians | Aug 15, 2024 | Blog, Graft, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Skulking In the Shadows, Slop Trough, Throne Trolls, Writing
могила (Tumulus) Wracked and ruined sickly body withstanding symptomatic diseased head Adjoining cervical attachment regulation guaranteed bloated leeches fed Nervous hypothyroidism manifested tellingly as geographical location bled Diagnostic compensation misnomer...
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 | Mar 25, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Skulking In the Shadows, Truth Be Told, Writing
Dummy dust and ignorance nourish the lowly flock Those turkeys must gobble so craving endless cock! A rainbow of pigments assuredly one must posit Tonight is the night they creep out of that lonely closet? Always a’ prowling in search of virgin walls Such a...
