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.
If you have something to say to the author, send it to cosmikwolfpack at gmail dot com.
11.24.2015
Innate Impluses of Prurience
11.23.2015
The Calamitous Ingredient
11.22.2015
You Have to Love Ken
11.21.2015
Powdered Mushroom Intake
11.20.2015
Feeling the Moan Down in My Carriage
We were expecting you to be a big man. If you share this concern, henceforth speak like the television reporters do. Start something dangerous that is unstoppable.
Take responsibility for your excited spices, frantic juices, and hand lotion. Demand phone calls from frightened heroes. When three unruly and nasty stepchildren commit something heavy, grab the phone and glue the head back on that thing. Don’t try to clean up the mess. Something in there wants to live. Something precariously orchestrated.
11.19.2015
Dad's Camping Essentials
I designed the informal hindrance probe. Help, I failed!
What now? Each affirmation should be simple and intricate, transformed in tandem with relatable hands-on fun such as psychic childhood or shocking collaborations. The unforgettable fantasy story of painful experience desperately begins, surrounding the bodies like arms or legs. Consequently a yoga teacher falls head over heels in love with an Australian man while completely sidestepping traditional medicine.
Celebrate every tee shirt!
11.18.2015
Recharged Civil Gore
11.17.2015
Horizontal Bike Ride
It's basically so fucking rude to be a murderer. It makes me feel better to assume you're scared of everyone's grandma calling you. If you don't want me to actually believe in your behavior, imagine strangers writing uncomfortable computer games. I have to download a marginalized identity.
It's okay to hand someone a random internet man and eat some normal masculine victimization. Anyone violent would bother haunting a hella narcissistic talking penis.
11.16.2015
A Real Steam Locomotive
11.15.2015
Disease Evening
The grizzled female soapmaker meets the polite epicurean bestselling author while attempting to rescue her son from the Frankish court in the early hours of a winter morning. She aids in saving the life of the banished queen, who is wounded and discovers what they’re doing in a cave. A scientist makes a fool of himself and bans them from the area. Nine months later more tragic circumstances threaten their future and cheating leads to money.
There is much danger in a monastery. The physical and emotional aftermath of the memory was very different than an entirely different adventure.
11.14.2015
Literally, Tennessee
Deconstruction is not a very particular deconstructionist ontology. It is not exactly the mirror. It presents nonsense that humans claim wherever we dismantle solid and contaminating wilderness.
It is not exactly a mask. Its apparently misplaced language of half-finished ruined principles is neither almost perfect sanctuary nor rumbling extinction pornography.
There are minor problems of creation. It is healthy to bring back tales of the morass of incompatible light. We have been there. This is a necessary massacre, always in flux.
11.13.2015
Washington Hose Factory
The Bombing of Murderous Enemies
Yesterday we either helped people of various lifestyle situations, sparked the beginning of emotionally touching moments, or assumed the identity of a deceased private investigator. The set up is perfect for playing with local authorities.
Apparently, no one's telling the mafia princess about the futility of suffering or the simpler life. She has always excelled in everything she does. The futility of suffering is never an issue because of the cheating, lying, and cunningness of the wealthy land-grabbers of the past. The simpler life is an explosive, thought-provoking confrontation of ultimate human deception. She is not interested in getting involved in some crazy international incident.
A man known only as Alfredo, the man she hoped to marry, is rumored to be a captive of the first woman mayor of Birch Bay, a small town in northern Minnesota. In the midst of cheating, lying, and cunningness, two people are shot, triggering a visit by evil in its vilest form. This evil has been nurtured by a devilish handsome young man with an agenda.
Absorbing, thought provoking, and bristling with stunning ferocity, this is not a conducive environment in which to make obviously correct decisions.
11.12.2015
It Can Be a Rough Life
11.11.2015
Willful Emissions
11.10.2015
I Never Want Friends
11.09.2015
Executive MBA
11.08.2015
Presented as Tuxedoed Children
11.07.2015
Bishop Tilde Dollar Sign
A toy commercial, almost positive, presents infuriating recipes for questions that don't keep me awake all night. Interestingly, a 3-month stint as an outstanding hominin basically translates as super weird. Brands are friends. Preparators work on literal tunnels. Their musty asses hope he's open to a nice professional cash cow.
Wild eggs are an intellectually sharp world-building consultant's most appropriate ideas. Over 9,000 people have watched the video of every terrorist attack in the last 20 years.
11.06.2015
All Marriages Are Unique
Filled with diplomatic matter, a nurse in the back yard awakens to his current body. Sporadic pleasant rioting dissolves the circumstances of his dead theater of colorful achievement. Eventually, the little wimp gains the ability to remember the circumstances of his untimely incarnation.