I Kept Walking

Music

Some will study music all their lives in the persuit of understanding more about it. Some will study music in pursuit of wealth (in becoming a successful studio related or event co-ordinating worker)

Some will pursuit music itself, ‘life‘ traded in for notes.

Some will simply sit by and listen.

The Second Coming.

To a married couple the trials and tribulations of the first bornis a scary new ride. So many corners to turn along the way and so many decisions to be made. They hold their child close to them and hold a tight grip on them, giving not even an inch for their child to stray from the path the parent chooses for them. When the second child comes along, this grip is relaxed and leeway is introduced. Screw justice, we’ll just introduce a hierarchy.

This means that while the first child experienced the rule ‘You may have one friend over every other Friday and during the Friday in-between you may go round his house in return should you be invited’, the second child follows ‘Bring whoever you want over after school, we don’t mind as long as their parents know’.
While the first child is not allowed a friend to stay the night until his 12th birthday, the second child is frequently allowed friends(plural!) to stay over the night.

By now the second child has begun to realise what is happening, but also realising he can do little to prevent this, he is stuck in somewhat of a Limbo. For whatever he gets he is aware while he may indeed revel in the fact that he may have something where his younger sibling may not because of their age, he also knows that the privilege will be increased tenfold for the sibling  before they have even reached the age at which he stands.
Another example: While the older sibling was always taught respect, in the sense of giving it, to purvey it and to aim towards it (ie, paying attention in school, choosing the right crowd, choosing a suitable career that we all know he will never ever achieve), the younger sibling, by the age of 12 is drinking alcohol, hanging around with the people who smoke, she has on and off boyfriends (though that could be argued as a variable compared to the luck of the older sibling).

Now, these rules we are familiar with, we can live with these rules. We can cope with the fact that we may be the child used to point towards a failed goal in life, while the younger sibling reaps the benefits of the non slave life.
Tim McIllwrath puts it ‘Is this the life that you live, or the life that’s led for you?’.
But when these laws are pushed to their breaking point, we find that we no longer accept the system and argue against it’s right to exist as a concept.
An example: Tonight I came home from a chemistry mock which I am pretty sure I have failed miserably, heading towards another meeting with the teacher expressing his ‘concerns for my future in science’, to hear that mum was going out to celebrate the……on the lash basically, and my sister and her friend who was round at the time were also going to some form of youth club.
I asked mum what was happening after and she said that my younger sister was returning and that her friend was going home. My EXACT word to her were ‘Good because I really can’t handle one of her sleepovers again on my own(picture running round the house in and out of the room I am in, terrible shrieking, loud noises, generally annoying), I find it hard enough when you are here’.
I am alone for one hour when my sister knocks on the door, barges past me and says ‘We’re having a sleepover’. My heart immediately sinks. About half an hour later my sister calls down the stairs, asking to use my futon for her friend to sleep on.

It is important to not that I have relatively little choice in this decision, it’s either the easy way or the hard way, and I crack and opt for the hard way.

I have things to do tomorrow, events involving a band that requires my room not being in need of my clearing up AGAIN after she’s dragged my room around to get the futon out.
So mum is called at the pub.
Long story short I get it in the ear and am forced to relieve the futon, the living room and anything else my sister’s heart may desire.

These laws aren’t concepts, they’re liberties. They are favouritism.

Could I EVER have hoped for the privileges my sister lives surrounded by in my stead?
Lupus needs his walk.

‘Jelly Baff’ (Corrosive acid)

For those of you who are aware of the existence of the product ‘Jelly Baff’ (available at all good Wilkinson stores), you will have been treated to a hilarious mockery of science.

Déjà vu

My my, how we have fallen back into old habbits.
Origionally my other personality did not plana to celebrate his birthday on the 11th.
It only registered about a week ago that his birthday was not so far away.

In search of an answer.

   Whilst doing some research on a musing that had floated past my mind whilst researching for chemistry, I was presented with a model to demonstrate the definition of fire.
Apparently these days, if you ask the question, ‘What is fire?’.
You will be presented with four triangles and a circle as an answer.

Here you will find all but the one who is alone.

Lupus brings you an in sight into the hilarious world of Myspace.
A site where people congregate so that they need no longer feel so alone, so they have no want for audience, so that their cries for attentions can be heard or so that they can generally be little emo-y children for our sheer enjoyment to laugh, point and jeer at.
Disclaimer: Not everybody signed up to myspace fits the above description, some of them do indeed have real lives and are generally accepted as attractive people who are indeed their for a whole different type of entertainment.

Failing Tradition: Part 1, The arrival.

What follows is a story.
This is the first installment of a story written by a great friend of Lupus’.
This is the story behind the lyrics he writes for his band Failing Tradition.
Please take some time to read it, as both he and Lupus would greatly appreciate for you to give your opinion of this tale.
PS. The second installment is to follow.

This end had a start.

Know that I both exist in anaphora and animus.
Know that you exist, as I and therein does our game exist.
But do not try to cast figure upon these events, do not call it pawn, nor peice, nor dice nor snake for to give it form is to give it fact.

Fact we do not dable in here.
“Nothing is appropriate” that is not to say that we have no proprioty, contrary, that ‘nothing’ is appropriate.
Take not opinion from this, make opinion but judge it not, rather contextualise what you think as you read.

To throw context upon the narrative is to own the creature it represents. And here, the creature takes it’s wolf-like form, only in the darkness that takes it’s shade in turn from the wolfs coat shall it exist, leaving only soft prints for you to follow in its stead.
So find context here.
More importantly find context within, that you might voice it: here and elsewhere.
For without your context, mine would be pointless.
Take form. “Take what you can and leave nothing.”
A gobbit of truth is worth more than any word our pen could yeild. Find truth and you will find your prize.
However, ask yourselves: Can truth come without thruth forming fact. For as I said “Fact we do not dable in here”. So what hope have you or I, of finding truth. 

I, Nox Noctis Lupus, would welcome you here, would it not give me form.