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Home again. Deer, antelope, all of it. I’ve never been so happy to see our messy linen closet, our stellar collection of empty beer bottles, various boxes of various books, overflowing garage, fat cats, worn sheets. We took a secretist route through Mississippi and soaked up the red dirt hills and Faulknerian landscape, the fruit stands, boiled ( Read more... )

packrat - 1:any of several bushy-tailed rodents of the genus Neotoma of western North America; hoards food and other objects-2:a collector of miscellaneous useless objects. [See also Lindsey Marie Whitacre]


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Cabin fever has set in. I am pacing, talking to myself, counting again. I have reinstated my comfort systems, my timing, placing. Compulsive internal monologues, chants, petitions: “keep me safe, keep me safe, keep me safe” to no one in particular. My head needs to face north in the bed, no wound can heal past a certain point, no scrape, scab, ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, I don't think I ever mastered the art of air and sky. I'm a cheap imitation of hand sewn things, and everyone knows I'm made of bolts and wires. I'm heavy and when I laugh my teeth show and I still think red is a worthwhile color, not just rust but crimson, even when it's machine made ( Read more... )

La lobaDad: a weighted word in 1949, meant ( Read more... )

I've missed this kind of pulsing. I walk slower now. I could never be a waitress. I still am horrified of the dark. I discovered Tai food. I am having ethical crises daily. I met a girl with almond eyes and piano fingers. I can finish most books in a day now (if I don't they end up cloaked in dust like heritage lace). I am slovenly, almost ( Read more... )

Four hours in southern Mississippi and I am a full convert: a red dirt girl, a steel roof wannabe, a calvary sympathizer. We found a fawn spinal column laid to rest under the welcome sign, and charcoal black tree trunks all burning down, and oh! the winter wheat like bursting capillaries of color- rearing hopeful heads upward stretching out toward ( Read more... )

I am living with my fiance in texas.
new cell #=8176761824

I'm still gone.
this is just a place of memory,
recently I've discovered that many people who I had no idea about read this journal, I never knew I had such an audience...so I'll keep it around, just for the old entries. and........if you want to know where I've gone, email me @ annexed@hotmail.com.

-Lindsey.