Abril 07, 2004
Everything Loses its Lustre

Everything loses its lustre after a break-up. Beautiful things don't seem quite as beautiful. Dancing isn't the same, not that I ever danced that much. Music is great, but only if it addresses your own subjective experience directly. This happened to me with Dylan's great break-up album Blood on The Tracks and with the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds a little bit. It's sunny out, but I can't say the weather's been great-- others may disagree. The bird that sings outside my window each morning seems off-key. Maybe he just broke up with his girl too. Weed does the usual. Drinking is not as fun. Masturbation provides no pleasure, whether the fantasy is a hopelessly romantic lustfest, or hate sex with the ex, it's no use. Everyone says it will pass in time. It will pass in time. Just give it time. Time heals all wounds. Even from experience I suppose I know this is true. But I wouldn't say Time is the one doing the healing. In this case, and most other times too, Time is a fucking asshole.

Posted by King at Abril 07, 2004 06:55 PM

One day a small opening appeared in a cocoon; a man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force it's body through that tiny hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could not go any further. So the man decided to help the Butterfly: he took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a withered body, it was tiny and had shriveled wings. The man continued to watch because he expected that at any moment, the wings would open, enlarge and expand, to be able to support the butterfly's body and become firm. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly. What the man, in his kindness and his goodwill did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were mother nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into it's wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved it's freedom from the cocoon. The moral of the story is don't fuck with mother nature and sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we went through life without obstacles it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we could have been. I asked for strength and I was given difficulties to make me strong. I asked for wisdom and I was given problems to solve. I asked for prosperity and I was given a brain and brawn to work. I asked for courage and I was given obstacles to overcome. I asked for favors and I was given opportunities. I recieved nothing I wanted but I recieved everything I needed. King the lustre is gone right now, but it will come back. Time is a fucking asshole but what it has given you is a free ticket to any ride you want to take. The world is your oyster so start shucking!

Posted by: on Abril 7, 2004 09:34 PM .
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