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.