Makayla Collie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

Collie River Valley

We got Main Street—big, bustling Main Street you knows! Yess, that’s where yer find the old Collie Tavern, with its creaky wooden sign, and tiny lanes off it, like Lizard Lane (I think it’s called that, but sss, my brain’s a bit scrambled sometimes, oh precious, oh yes). And then, there’s Fairview Road, the path to the park. How could I forget, precious, yes? The park is a calm here, quiet. Trees whisper secrets, they do, especially on those mad, windy nights when I get all troubled in me head, yess.

Grab ya trail runners: The Collie Trail Fest is back later this month