by EndPoliticians | Aug 22, 2024 | Blog, Life, Truth Be Told, Writing, WTF?
Doggedness for escapement. A propensity for complexity? Nope. Pretty standard fare, even for a dolt. A perplexity of apoplexy? Yup. Energetically stroked out, an irate distaste to conflate under a thoroughly buried hate. Bawl of wax fantasizing conceptual wane. A...
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 25, 2024 | Blog, Life, Pulpify, Stupidity Incarnate, Truth Be Told, Writing, WTF?
Fourword Cirrhosis, scoliosis, trichinosis, metempsychosis? Extra! Extra! Read All About It!: Website For Sale!!! That’s right, it could all be yours! And who would not want to buy into such an appallingly appealing substrate of pseudo-sophistication!? Yup, get...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 27, 2024 | Blog, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Slop Trough, Stupidity Incarnate, The Human Condition, Truth Be Told, Writing
In Constructive Ignorance A firm footing that architecture of ignorance lays, spread thin none the less in shallow accompaniment. Foundational shambles in the form of a constrictive constructive demolition, piling upon piling to rock bottom dwelling. Lowest common...
by EndPoliticians | Jun 6, 2024 | Blog, Hidden In Plain Sight, Poems, Pulpify, Scum of the Earth, Truth Be Told, Writing
Circle jerk commencement leading to a traffic jam bonanza Looking both ways reveals not a woman anywhere in sight Unity amongst brothers that special connection is made Bad to the bone motto opens a gaping new perspective Hardly Davidson honing the head work bores...
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...
