by EndPoliticians | Feb 5, 2026 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, Offended By The Alphabet?, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Shock Gobbles, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
Holey Fuck – talk about crossing the line. Up in arms – all the way to heaven, like. Blam, Blam, Blam – he shoots!, he scores!, and the crowd goes wild!, though not like those Girls Gone Wild of yore – ah, the good ol’ days. How the times...
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 | Dec 31, 2025 | Blog, Nature, Poems, Truth Be Told, Writing
Transformative event Switchback descent Responding first Backward kinetics Posted signage Discovery weights Opportunity breaks Telling faced Continuum spaced
by EndPoliticians | Dec 11, 2025 | Blog, Eye of Sauron, Graft, Hidden In Plain Sight, Lies, Offended By The Alphabet?, Politics, Propaganda, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Word Salad, Writing
Fourword Y’ought to have salad! Glug, Glug, Smug, Smug Chop, chop. Line ‘em up. Blow this up your knows, dames and fellows! Flotsam upon their logorrheic jetsam – come and get you some! Humdrum humbug keel haul who’s the vessel to be drug down under entire...
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...