Cosmik Wolfpack is a playground and laboratory for flash-formed poetry and nanofiction written by The Debtor, a white cisgender male and citizen of the United States.
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A longtime employee of 3M drove away from a port in Sihanoukville, Cambodia, after being named an honorary member of the small fire station. He pretended to be a male prostitute in Madrid.
Just two years before that, he smoked cigarettes. He still enjoys underwear. Experimenting with new foods, he will become very hostile to a western toilet.
Along with a couple of friends, animals mercilessly pitted men and equipment against each other. The death and destruction mold a young man in his teens into the girl of political struggles.
She and and a truck driver go murder a dangerous fighting man.
Under the misconception that tending to the horses in a shopping mall would only last a month or two, the comrades fear the suffering hog. As terrible as the hog was, fishing was a full time venture.
Some of the things I have done in the pub with an Irish immigrant were reasonably peaceful. Coincidently, a retired German banker in the cockpit gives his strong opinions on the subject of a common horse.
I am not proud of enlisting in a north Georgia militia company, which had a quieter and more orderly atmosphere than the international merger and acquisition business.
I'm from Sheffield, UK and had bloody experiences until marriage.