overweight words like mogiversaurus and holidaisical
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Track:Blizzard Of 78
i forgot my own mogiversary. December fifteenth, wouldn't you know it. i hold David Hyman responsible for losing me in the flurry over the minimalistic new mogism. Santa, too, was not without his own diversionary tactics, and certainly in louder-red-than-a-dot compared. how could i not have forgotten?how could i forget? exactly a year ago today was the lowest point in my life, in what seems to be ten-year intervals of just rock-bottom prices. remember the CD-snatching ex? happened a decade ago; this, only my seventh post ever, should give a highly good idea of where i was when i joined mog. whilst the year was turning, i was bidding adieu to a five-year lifetime that i thought was it but wasn't, in the company of mogging, the same song posted on here, played over and over, and the biggest bottle of vodka.you'd think your points could not get any lower until they do. i've had three true losses to death in my life, and two of them happened a month apart - in May (my last living grandmother) and June (my father) last year, following the two blows i took a month apart - in November (an awful breakup) and December (the worst aftermath possible) the year before. my blizzard of '07, man. but, listen, no drama: in between the intervals, i had the happiest times i could ever want. also, just three, just two, right?i am only saying i with music and mogging had like a Survivor Final Three deal. i am in Cambodia because i fled having to find out what was left of what i had after what was lost. one year without my family and friends, without hugs and closeness and the sort of human contact that makes us stay where we are. none of it, just nights in front of a monitor and talking and singing to the air and laughing at my own jokes i told in my head and taking it all with no sign of wavering so it would finish off already.speaking of unwavering, remember Fedge? i was so new and walked in on a post where he had ten people telling him off. i thought they were ganging up on him. i took empathy and spoke out; 'though that was all i did - i spoke my mind. some of you thought i was defending him, and 50% of the same 2.75 people who visited my mog regularly, stopped. one of them was Wozniak, who, speaking generally, disappeared one day. (not to forget: Josh Haden commented on my mog, which was the biggest deal ever but don't tell him lest i scare him away.)i myself stopped mogging after only a month in order to change countries and, once i resumed after three months of inactivity, had to start from scratch again. five months went by, of unnoticed rants on what i thought were super cool stuff, and finally i tagged one with fucking The Platters and it was the one post that had many of you start checking in once in a while. you people are weird, huh?so, everything and i are alright and, belated as it is, i meet my mogiversary like, truly, a survivor and saying i am not running away from this one and you are all stuck with me. (i love many of you as much as it is possible to love any of you without ever really knowing you.) love with all your might. happy new year, y'all.(instead of a photo...)Blizzard of '78 by Idafrom the album The Braille NightFixing an eye on the hopeful in a heartless room, you'll be done soon. The snow is falling down and the whole damn town is covered with white. It's obvious that trust is the catch and the magnet that could pull you through this braille night, where nothing is free and you just can't see how to sacrifice what you need to be. You can't shake this silence still, in your heart you're just not there. You're a thousand miles from here, you just want to disappear. Winter went out with a whimper; such a lonely sound to try to get around. Imagine yourself as a little kid in your parents’ arms, and then it's gone. You step to the mic almost petrified because everything you feel is in your eyes. You can not hide that you're haunted by the early frost, by the ones you've lost. You can't shake this silence, still, in your heart you're just not there. You're a thousand miles from here. You just want to disappear. Beauty shines so bright, vanishes from sight. Wrap yourself in the night. Love with all your might. You can't shake this silence still in your heart you're just not there. You're a thousand miles from here, you just want to disappear. You're a thousand miles away. You're a thousand miles away, you're a thousand miles away. You're a thousand miles away.
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