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I really like the colour of this lighter, which is a bit of a shame really. I found it on the table in the garden area at the pub i work for. i went straight there after a day hiding at the School of Art... I have been reassured it is definitely not a gay thing.

Poem - Senses Peek - Mirrors Censored.

I went around dressed in what I believe to be a world war two uniform, cruising the outdoor gents with a friend. It was the first time meeting in person though we had chatted before online.

The cost of everything on the board totaled £15.14. Safe to say I had quite a few dirty looks and funny comments from the store staff.

Poem - take me.

He is a tory politician; he has fun winding me up about how great the right is and I have fun telling him he is talking out of his arse.

Almost clawing back at a ‘happier’ time when I painted a lot, as if going back to when I felt most creative would prove to myself a lighter frame of mind.

After walking the long way around, avoiding families, to find the ideal picnic spot, we discovered neither of us brought our lighter.

Poem - Liminnal slaces.

I recall really wanting to bareback in the foam room. I had 99p sandals on in the venue, they stuck to the wet floor and broke apart after several steps.

Poem - Nettle.

I felt comfortable there. Even though I got to a point where I couldn’t move from intoxication. I thought about the metal cage around my cock and the bottle of ‘leather cleaner’ in my bag.