Brenton F

Joined July 2022

0 stories

Bio

It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa

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I have an eBook, a collection of my ~~favourite~~ pieces

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Stories (647/0)

The Wait
i kinda miss the up all night i miss that hectic leisure i kinda miss the essence of nothing and all that secret pleasure
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
Taste Test
you want to taste my madness? let me give you a little hint it tastes like a mix of many colours flat matte finish, time worn tint
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
Somehow Gilbert
somehow Gilbert was allergic to musical notes they got into his hair and made his finger swell they depleted what little
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
What's in it?
i ordered a hamburger "what's in it?" i asked in a jovial manner more as a talking point rather than a genuine query
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
Shoulda' Brought the Bong
i like a joint as much as the next bloke so please don’t get me wrong i’m not a fiend but i like the hit we shoulda’ brought
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
TL:DR
no, sorry i didn’t miss it just didn’t feel the need if reading time > one minute too long : didn’t read of course i overlooked it
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
Voices
i got one lot of voices mostly in my head telling me that all the other voices, are not real they taunt me with sugared lies, candied sighs
By Brenton Fabout a month ago in Poets
Hippopotamus
and what have i got a hippopotamus of faith a barrel full of peeled laughter and what do i want? a large tank, a larger heart
By Brenton F2 months ago in Poets
Having Grown
i have grown old pretending what i knew was real i have grown cold telling myself it’s all part of the deal … i thought i was brave
By Brenton F2 months ago in Poets
Vacant Look
a cover blown of an image flown for that power alone, it will atone in a strange land yet so close to home one amongst thousands but so alone
By Brenton F2 months ago in Poets
The Beach
it’s been so damn long since i’ve been to the beach i no longer hear her call on these hot days, these perfect days i no longer hear her bustle making the kitchen a no go zone
By Brenton F2 months ago in Poets
शत
to a simple nothing i was bound i wasn’t lost, i was just being not found until i cupped that far distant sound
By Brenton F2 months ago in Poets