#0179
The stamp collectors.
They really fucking love stamps.
The stamp collectors.
#0180
Sick up a candle
When struck by a power cut
And you’re set for light.
#0181
And then she asked me
“How are your feelings now?”
We hugged while I cried.
#0182
Peter Painter smiles.
His watercolour teeth smudge
When he grins in the rain.
