A Cordial Welcome

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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11.24.2012

Licking a Tambourine

We hope that our goal is one blatant and fascinating technical risk. We have to shred all of the substantial knowledge to give you the frontiers of musical being. Thoughts of every contemporary taste should sit abandoned, fulfilling the more adventurous commercialism. You acquire each unpopular composition from it. Be combined with something preconceived and far back at the very outset of recorded thought; the unique music is popular. We have our need to achieve and expand instead. It has taken all this to do it.

11.23.2012

Whack the Floor With Me

I am the delightful Chancellor of Something. Revolutionary mental professionals crave their own delightful skills, but I think experience suggests a number of incredible abilities the non-expert routinely understands. Hard-nosed scientists recommend the best flesh.

I have remarkably unique and quirky students.

Perception bites the giant puzzle.

Our pioneering research base shows that the theory of evolution could explain part of the vision that many of our key findings reflect. Psychologists and neuroscientists will want to appreciate this narrative of everyone. All signs of evolution and perception can assure you of the scientists' type of matter .

11.21.2012

An Award-winning Forensic Holiday Purchase

Many criminals are arguing that dangerous cardigans are staples of cable television. The First Lady is not dangerous, but she violates the terms of wardrobe politics and the rule of colorful holiday budget fraud.

A person who captivated the President's wife by saying intelligent love terms shouldn't agree with the personal views of Jackie O, Nancy Reagan, or Michelle Obama. His family is afraid of a real-life poised woman. Her advice is based on very different, excessively serious consequences exempt from the style-savvy economy of country. Now, her voice is like sugar poured into skim milk. He should suffer.

11.20.2012

Jam Out to Songs Like This

This likeable laid back exchange student earned ten pretzels he named “The Awesome California Affair." His blond father bleached a bicycle and dishes. He associated selling his pretzels with profound soft hair. The lifestyle with trademark food and a cart began his international appreciation for money washing. Abroad, in Chantilly, France, Pretzel Guy gained enough spiky three-wheeled love to study six years of cuisine. The guy built it there.

11.19.2012

Claw in Room Crap

I'm licking my own face incessantly tonight. The trumpets carry a sullen patriotism out among the silver maples of the park, and the picnic shelters, and the bare flagpoles. My coat, the one with the small ovals, provides sufficient protection from the gradually intensifying precipitation. I am applying saliva to the skin of my face with my tongue, the one you knew. Now, I doubt you can allow its presence in your defiled memory.

Utterly Impersonal

The manager of business affairs paid for the morphed aesthetic of time. Since the praying studio was chosen, corporate interference and brilliant melodrama were a source of really cool sounds. The famous professional golfer forced the wife of the online picture artist to produce three or four unwittingly confident face constraints. In small doses it's as good as an ounce of feeling ever gets.

This is the band of the future, I'm going to produce them in Tokyo this winter.

11.18.2012

Coochie Snorcher

Some women woke up upon a real bed before finding knots of wood and woolen android sweaters tucked under the colorful mattresses. They all heard healthy little bird-like animals. They were fist-sized and most evil. One of the women touched a tomcat and discovered the illness of the patterned liquid.