#attention monger

[mysticalstreamsalutations]

Constant need of attention VS. Social anxiety

“Text me all the things you like about me, and why im so special to you, .. but if we’re gonna hangout, it's on my terms, and depends on my mood at the moment,… which changes every half hour or so.” basically if im gonna spend time with you, i must like you a lot. If youre gonna spend time with me, ill prob expect you to abandon me, but if you actually do leave, ill be devastated, and feel like all of those fears will have been confirmed. But also, my social anxiety makes it hard to follow through with plans, but you better keep trying or ill feel abandoned…..

[maxdoh]

Wooden Tissue

I pass my days by rambling on streets and sheets. Tended to quiver aloud in lack of sheen. Oft the garden reechoes my weeping shout. Worms mosh to the stress of an uttered vow. I'll mush at a snow peak to the woods and haunt black bears for my friends to cook. It will annoy lover's eyes as lemon juice splashing from beans to mine. Rather gander them eating bear, while I have vegetables with lemon. Hate in arrows will point my head, shaved and clean with another tissue.

[maxdoh]

Gap in Manner of Death

Rest my head where edges met. Not imposed nor repressed. Calm the motion to quiet fresh between times of dislikes and brash hate. Tranquil acquaintance with my place. Stood up with rested head; my twenty -three seconds to nap dead.

[maxdoh]

Puke Luck

Luck goes in slow pace while spiders veil my face. It won’t set life in motion nor my antlers on ace. I deal with fallout in heights while you wait for horseshoes and clovers. Nor place nor proper time. Earth does not loop to throw puke on flowers.

[maxdoh]

Encompass Dim

Awed trails are now dim and portend hits of fear within every pace through the moor. Portent by loom is not musk of another stag nor from this moon. It welcomes to the pave of stone that's not marsh and brings myself to dread. Smell their scent toward the cliff; fret the anemic glimpse of ill in it. Facing back at the end is hard, I fright to see it's eyes in sight.

[maxdoh]

Hate Meadow

Secured below lies a plain of hate. It is a broaden meadow that’s poorly lit. Prudence is an asset there, then why the impertinence to it? Goad to the marrow and be culled. Leave or don’t bemoan the spurn. Deter the sky to show it’s sun. Listen deer’s echo wave the moon.

[maxdoh]

Después de un disco encabronado, nos llevaron a la playa.

[maxdoh]

Attention Monger 2013 II

Whip of Snub I'll put scorners under curfew of aversion; I'll assail if you rile; I'll wind a life of permanent scorn, press your feet and sway your back. I'll make you mutate in Chernobyl; I'll make you asphyxiate in Centralia. Hanging Pot To conceive and create, confluence and contribution, by the livers in the town, feed the crock of stories whereby signify affection, fret, dole and aversion. I'd love to get to know you to arouse something into my hanging pot; I'd love to keep it in my pocket and form embraces of notes and letters. Because thou art in my allotted lee and you can be part of my niche.