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Few people will argue that Imperial College students are an apathetic bunch wherever anything other than college work (or drinking) is concerned. A most interesting exception to this is the club BLISS. This was recently rediscovered in an old union handbook but unfortunately the society no longer exists. The following was a piece of their publicity which is being republished without the author's permission in the hope that the society is restarted. Creased and supple, subtle crack Dull, yet vital vibrant black Worn through time as aeons pass Of bikes and bondage, speed and grass Caught forever, caged in mind Thongs to keep the darker kind For speed and victory, power and lust No doubt there is the black to trust. Worn with care, holds wrist and arm Black is power, beauty, charm Senses sharpened, muscles keyed Disgrace to mercy, cowards plead Wrapped and knotted, skin tight fit Hugging body, soothing wit Conscience clothed, triumphant kiss One with honour, yours truly, BLISS.