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Now paired for life, the couple search for a suitable nesting tree.
The unsuccesful challenger, driven off, licks its wounds and hopes for a better day tomorrow.
From the series, The Secret Sex Life of Shoppiing Trolleys
#original photographers#tongue in cheek#shopping trolleys#Kempsey#abandoned shopping trolleys#the secret sex life of shopping trolleys
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“We’re pitching it to Netflix as The Conjuring meets Silent Witness” . . . . . . . . #fredwest #septictank #courtroomdrama #ouijaboard #darkhumour #fredandrose #pigfarmer #murder #truecrime #funny #britishhumour #davidvenables #kempsey #worcestershire #25cromwellstreet #rosewest #sinisterisles #truecrimecommunity #truecrimepodcast #truecrimejunkie #britishtruecrime #inthedock #jurysout #weneedanswers #houseofhorrors #gloucester #justforlaughs #2022 #courttv https://www.instagram.com/p/CezITyOs2ub/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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By 1854, Frederick Walker's little band had grown to a hundred. The Native Police were at work from the cedar forests of Kempsey north to Rockhampton.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
#book quotes#killing for country#david marr#nonfiction#50s#1850s#19th century#frederick walker#native police#cedar#kempsey#nsw#new south wales#rockhampton#qld#queensland#australia#indigenous australians#aboriginal australian
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Roses at @foxesbarn. . Always a delight to visit, even better when I can leave a little something behind. #foxesbarn #rosecottage #aphidsretreat #foxesbarnnsw #euroka #kempsey #rose #houlart #houl (at Kempsey, New South Wales) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChUCVDxhTdD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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My first stilt performance!!!!
This was a bee costume (as you can see, I hope) created by Circartus.
Photo credit to @kempseyshirecouncil on Instagram. :)
#this was the second rove after two hours on stilts with no proper break#so you can see why my hair is so messed up...#anyways#it was fun.#:)#circus#circartus#stilts#stilt walking#stiltwalking#kemsey#laneway youth festival#kempsey youth festival#:DDDDDDDDD
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Oscar Kempsey-Fagg | Birmingham Royal Ballet | Photo by Drew Tommons
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City Centre Motel Kempsey Find rooms here that are cheaper than 90% of all other options in the city. Compared to other accommodations in Kempsey, facilities here are rated higher than 90% of them. Guests who stayed at this motel have scored it higher than 90% of accommodations in the city.
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Skilled Technicians For Your Bmw: Service Specialists In Kempsey
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1050. Glenn Murcutt /// Murcutt Guest Studio /// Crescent Head, Kempsey, New South Wales, Australia /// 1992
OfHouses presents Heroes, part VIII: Glenn Murcutt.
(Photos: © Anthony Browell, Reiner Blunck, Hisao Suzuki. Source: ‘El Croquis’ 163-164 ‘Glenn Murcutt 1980-2012’; atlasofplaces.com.)
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I could warn you about the spice, but if you don't like spice, what are you even doing here? 🤣
Unrecognisable Part 12
“Does this feel like deja vu to you?” I asked curiously as I stood against the wall, waiting for Jake to take the perfect photo for my would-be Passport.
I was still rather warm after our shower together so I was just in my t-shirt and panties. Given Passport photos only needed from the shoulders up, this wasn't an issue. Jake was shirtless after the shower, but this time I didn't mind it so much. I also got the impression he preferred leaving the scar tissue on his back and shoulders exposed. I had to admit, the eye candy was nice.
“Deja vu?” he looked at me confused. “No.”
“It’s just I feel like we’ve done this before,” I sighed.
“I would have remembered if we had done this before,” he remarked.
“It feels oddly familiar,” I frowned.
“What? Like a dream?” he questioned.
“Or a previous life maybe?” I shrugged.
“If we’ve done this in a previous life then our souls are forever tormented,” Jake said as he took a few shots. “Hopefully one of these will work.”
“That or our creator is not very creative,” I mused. “I can’t believe She’d be reusing old ideas.”
“She?” Jake put his phone back in his pocket.
“You got a problem with that?” I raised my eyebrow.
“No, you’re right, She’s definitely moody,” Jake mocked as he went back to his laptop. I spotted his sock on the floor and threw it at him.
“I wonder if the other us succeeded,” I thought out loud as I plopped down on the bed.
“Hmm, I would like to think so, but if we’re here now, then maybe they didn’t,” he commented as he worked at his computer.
I fell backwards on the bed and stared at the ceiling, “To think, two souls forever stuck in a loop, repeating the same plot over and over again.”
“That sounds depressing,” Jake mumbled from his laptop.
“It’s kind of romantic though. To think we keep finding each other,” I smiled.
Jake was quiet for a while before responding, “Still, She needs new ideas. Being on the run is old hat.”
“Maybe this time’s the one,” I propped myself up on my elbows. “Maybe we get to break the cycle.”
Jake glanced at me and then went back to his laptop, “Maybe. I’ve finished sending the photos and the details for your new identity, Mrs. Wagner.”
“Mrs?” I questioned. “Are we married?”
“I thought it would be easier for us to travel together if we were,” he explained.
“Hey, you didn't give me a chance to choose my name,” I realised.
“You would’ve chosen something bizarre. I don’t want you drawing attention to yourself when we cross the border,” he argued. “Emily is a nice, plain, unassuming name for you.”
“So boring!” I exclaimed.
“Next time you can choose, but this one’s staying for now,” he tried to compromise as he leant back in his chair. “So now, we wait.”
“Gee, how will we kill the time?” I giggled.
“I was thinking about getting us food actually. Something other than granola bars,” he proposed.
“Hmm, I could go for some Chinese,” I suggested with a smirk.
Jake smiled, “All right, I’ll look for a restaurant nearby. While I’m gone, I have a challenge for you.”
“A challenge? And hold up, what do you mean, ‘While I’m gone’? Why can't I go with you?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“It’s your photo circulating around the public right now. I’m just picking up food and coming back,” he pointed out. “The challenge should keep you busy until I return.”
“And what if you don't come back?” I sat up. “Am I just meant to keep waiting here for you?”
“In the unexpected situation that I am unable to reach you again, yes. Here is still the safest place for you,” he insisted.
“Until we run out of money,” I clarified.
“Until Patrick Kempsey of Toronto runs out of money,” he corrected.
“Wait, you're using a stolen credit card?” I questioned. “Won't he report it?”
“He hasn't reported it the last twenty times I used it,” Jake snickered.
“Note to self, check my card daily,” I shook my head.
“Some people have too much money to even notice trivial charges,” he tried to excuse what was plainly still credit card theft.
“And we have him to thank for dinner?” I mused.
“No, that’d be Marcus Ruben of Manchester,” he corrected again.
“And he has a lot of money?” I guessed.
“No, he’s just an idiot,” Jake smirked.
“Jake, it feels very wrong,” I frowned. “We're using innocent people’s money.”
“I'm sorry, did you not want to eat? Did you want to sleep on the streets? Because I can arrange that too. I told you I will always do what it takes to survive, it’s just now that also includes you. But if you want food scraps from dumpsters and risk food poisoning on a daily basis while sleeping in alleys, be my guest,” there was a pained tone to his voice.
“Is that how you used to live?” I asked solemnly.
Jake sighed, “It wasn’t living; it was surviving. So what if some asshole has to pay for my food bill? At least he doesn’t have to fight with rats over dinner.”
“We have my money though,” I argued.
“No, that's an emergency fund for you. You are not touching it unless something happens to me,” he insisted. “Ok, I found a restaurant. What did you want?”
“Um, well, I'm craving noodles right now. A Lo Mein? Maybe some spring rolls,” I shrugged.
“Are you sure that's all you want? We can order a bit more and keep the leftovers for tomorrow in the mini-fridge,” he pointed out.
“I don't want to make Marcus Ruben of Manchester pay for too much,” I shook my head.
He scoffed, “Unfortunately for him, I am the one ordering and I don't care so I am adding more.”
“So, what was this challenge?” I reminded him.
“Ah, yes, the file hunt. While I am gone, you are tasked to find a specific file on my laptop, somewhere deep within the directories,” he glanced up from his laptop at me.
“Ok, what's the catch?” I frowned.
“You don’t know what it’s called, what it contains or its file type,” he smirked.
“How will I know when I find it?” I asked perplexed.
“You will know when you see it,” he grinned. “You have until the time I get back to find it.”
“Hmm, ok, what do I get if I find it?” I inquired playfully.
“Find it and you'll see,” Jake stood up from his seat and put his hoodie back on.
I got up as well to take up position at his laptop, but he walked forwards to stop me halfway. His fingers hooked into the side of my panties and pulled me over until I was in reach. Then his hands grabbed my hips to hold me against him. I bit my lip as we both leaned into each other for several tender kisses. Each one became progressively more heated than the previous. Resting my arms over his shoulders, I closed the gap between us as the kisses deepened.
“I could just put some pants on and go with you,” I offered quietly, after pulling away ever so slightly.
Jake leaned his forehead against mine and shook his head, “I won’t be gone long, I promise. I'll miss your cute ass too much.” He squeezed it with both hands.
I rolled my eyes, “Just my ass?”
“I love the way it bounces,” he smirked.
“Wow, I think we went like an hour without-" I was interrupted by Jake kissing me again. “Hey! We don’t have to make up for lost time!” I laughed.
“I can't help it,” he smiled. “I'm addicted to you. Being with you is like a drug.”
“The good kind, I hope,” I teased.
“But everything I want to do to you, with you, is bad,” he glanced down at my lips before looking back up at my eyes.
“Ok, the kind that doesn’t make you feel horrible when you come back down from them,” I giggled.
“But if I come back down from you, then you’re not near me anymore. And I would feel pretty horrible,” he argued.
“The kind that you won't ever regret,” I reworded.
“As long as it doesn’t get us caught,” he mumbled before kissing me again.
I broke away, gasping for air, “What about our food?”
“It can wait ten minutes,” he said as he pushed me down on the bed.
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So, tonight in Kempsey. It was a good run up the highway, except for the rain. As I left Raymond Terrace, there were breaks in the cloud and I thought that the reverse magic was working. I am wearing the wet weather gear, so therefore, it will be fine all the way. I know, I know, I'm so cute when I'm naive like that and you want to take a photograph.
By the time I got to Taree, my boots were awash and every time I wriggled my toes, it was like when you swish water in the bathtub. My gloves were sodden too. However the rest of me was warm and dry, the new wet weather gear was worth the purchase. I pulled into the rest stop, a service station, and sat down outside a Maccas and proceeded to do a glove and boot strip for the amusement of the patrons. Wringing the water out of the socks got a few grimaces, but emptying the water out of the boots brought a smattering of applause. I must admit that it's the first public partial strip in many years. Still, you haven't lived until you've seen me do a penguin dance trying to get out of wet leathers. Should I start an onlyfans? *grins*
I got dressed and bought a cup of Maccas coffee to warm the innards and after about 30 mins, the rain eased. BTW, what is it with NSW drivers who seem to think the laws of physics are suspended when it rains?
Anyhoo, back on the road and 15 mins later it started bucketing down again, the boots filled, slosh, slosh, slosh, but this time my helmet started leaking. It's about 6 years old and the padding is ... getting on, shall we say. A bit like its owner. At 110km/hour the crash foam was pressing on my forehead. Not a pleasant sensation. I dropped the speed, put my feet on the rear pegs and lay along the tank. Good fun and less wind buffeting.
By the time I pulled into Kempsey, my first stop was a bike shop and I walked out with a new helmet. Luckily there were no security cameras. Joking, I did pay for it.
The bike has performed beautifully. She hasn't missed a beat and she's turned heads everytime we've pulled up. This is her first really long trip and I'm impressed.
Inanimate,
hard steel,
supple leather,
painted sin black.
She's fire, power, dangerous
displaying her flash with a prostitute's prowess.
daring, bold,
you'd sell your soul
for THE ride.
metal lover,
she uses Me.
leathered hands
that span her every move.
I control her
but cannot live without her.
Owned
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