Eastcoastwrapper in East Bridgewater, Massachusetts  and Matt with me, Cannibalized all Wrapped today (i didn’t… I lied….) and made a colab piece. So many healing stones! Hit this up, or etsy, or message them :) O.B.O

Colab 420 (name of this colab piece?)

ONE OF A KIND, many healing stones, see below.
WIRE WRAPPERS
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Photos are in the process, you can see the final, but I wanted to show the process.


All stones listed below for their properties
Collaborative piece made with;

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green kyanite-
key words; inner bridges, psychic ability, connecting with nature, past life recall, telepathy, empathy
element; storm
chakra; all, especially third eye (6th)

green tourmaline-
key words; healing, strength, vitality, wholeness,
element; water
chakra; heart (4th)

white opal-
key words; purification
element;earth & water
chakra; crown (7th)

emerald-
key words; Love, compassion, healing, and abundance
element; water
chakra; heart (4th)

diopside-
key words; connecting with the Earth, opening of the heart, healing, balance, subtle perception
element; earth
chakra; heart (4th), root (1st), earthstar (below the feet)

dioptase-
key words; forgiveness, compassion, release of karmic patterns, prosperity
element; water
chakra; heart (4th)

labradorite-
key words; magic, protection,
element; wind
chakra; all

i met these people the other day in NH, my friend was looking for a place for a venue. we know eachothers issues and just know that we know and try to make eachother smile and laugh. because it’s all shit. we went to school together in 2007 but never spoke until some random night, and he’s like 45-60 minutes away but i will despite agoraphobia go anywhere with him to help him out and make sure he’s not alone. he doesnt talk about his problems yanno, but i know them. so we help eachother. point being at this place there was this little girl on a farm playing on swings. i was sitting the car for almost an hour and i was like i wanna play on swings. so i asked her and she said she cant talk to strangers. and i pointed to her dad and said thats my friend there talking to your dad, but if you don’t feel safe i’ll go away. you said the right thing, you’re such a smart girl. so then her mom came out, i dont know these people, and she asked her mom, and her mom was drinking my favorite beer, ended up giving me 3 through the couple hours. and i pushed the girl on the swing, and i swung, and i fell in love with that kid. her 2 brothers came out and i had to be nice to them too, one likes stones so i showed him that you can do more than collect stones but you can make art with them or jewelry or rings and all you need is wire or whatever you want to use.

a boy i met on newbury st (MARIO WANA) made this for me while i was selling and giving prints, he’s my friend now. then the other boy liked electricty and has this great game where you can hook up all lengths of magnets and connect them until it makes energy. his dad sat down and helped us. the mom and i talked for a couple hours and i felt like i had a family, even though i didnt know these people. they were so kind, their kids loved me, the parents loved me, and after i was so sad because i don’t have family. i never cared before but if i did like that, it was beautiful.

Ask me or tell me something you fucking twats.

“

Nibble on my feet
And I will write you love songs
In fives and sevens

”

On this date 10 years ago (BTW I didn’t get “better”, but am working on it)

*I had practice this morning in the school gym. We got our uniforms, I’m #6, and they wouldn’t let me have a large skirt (i’m not large, big hips) because you must wear them up on your waist by your navel. obnoxious. LAX

While doing my homework (which was to finish reading Ego Psychology by Eda Goldstein) I came across a paragraph titled The M Case. This Ms. M has no close friends, gets little pleasure from her solitary activities, and at times thinks others can read her mind and often attributes her own thoughts to others. She rarely asks people for reassurance, and often wonders if people are tape recording her, etcetc… Similarities..

In ninth grade I had this paranoid obsession or something that people could read my mind. I’d always work on blocking my thoughts by listening to redundant noises, such as footsteps or breathing, and I’d only concentrate on that so I wouldn’t think or have thoughts that anyone could hear/read. It got to the point where it was like forced apathy, and I stopped talking to people altogether. I told ariel about it before, because when I met him I was just beginning to talk again and I wanted him to know why I wasn’t so great at communicating. He told me that I was stupid for doing that. He’s the only person I’d ever told about it. (until now)

Also, all through my childhood I thought people were video recording me. I would never shower or go to sleep without looking throughout my room for a camera, and I’d look in my closet before going to sleep because I thought someone would be in there to watch me while I slept.

I have no idea where these paranoias came from, I had a great childhood, and even though my parents seem to be insane at times (my sister too) they never really acted like it when I was younger.

I asked my Psych teacher about the thought-blocking and he didn’t seem to think it was anything bad. Just, in the M. Case the woman is thirty so it definatly shows that there is some kind of problem. I guess it’s more acceptable when a child or teenager does it.

I seem to have worked through all of my paranoias, angst, and depression on my own. I don’t know how, maybe it was just a chemical imbalence that faded away, but I know of a few people who are younger than me who have experience the same social angst and depression, self mutilation, insomnia, and everything else.. so I’m starting to think it might just have something to do with age and horomones. Hopefully everyone will grow out of it. And hopefully people won’t just sugar coat it with some paxil or whatnot, because I don’t believe that helps anything.

And someone I know told me that she also made an imaginary boyfriend. That makes me feel better about Jeremy. (Who is also me, a bit narcissistic, eh?)* — with Cannibalized in Florida.

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“Do you turn to lower companions or an inferior environment when drinking?”

Interesting question. Is this why I am so tolerant of everyone elses problems, or am I just understanding and tolerant in general, with no relation to my history of drinking? Currently I am improving, as of the past several weeks, without me caring or even trying to stop. I’m just bored of it, and I only drink sparingly now as to not get too sick from cold turkey. I have been noticing I have less tolerance for people’s bullshit now, not that I am ever very tolerant of bullshit, but in regards to other people I know with addictions, I am. There are no excuses for anyone to treat me like garbage, whether they have an addiction or not. Being an addict myself may make me make excuses for people in my life, and tolerate them more than I should. But, personally, I can only accept an addict as they are if the addict is willing to admit to their problems and their faults and their mistakes (as I do/have). If there is denial and aggression without provocation towards me (note: without apologies!), and I still make excuses for them because they also have some sort of crutch, of sorts, I’m just lying to myself about more things than can possibly be expressed; because I feel as if I can relate or sympathize or help them, I suppose. My lack of drinking has led to much insomnia (as per usual), and I have also stopped my medication suddenly, so I don’t know if this even makes sense. I just keep being stupid, forgiving and forgiving and forgiving. The nice addict doesn’t last forever, in this scenario. My tolerance for forgiving and my own personal denial of truth must appear as weakness. I do tolerate everyone’s choices in life and I don’t judge anyone for them, but I can’t tolerate my own idiocy if their choices result in perpetual cruelty and drama towards me and nothing but their denial and lack of compassion during and after the fact. We all make mistakes, we all have our problems, and we all deal with them differently. I just don’t know why I constantly sympathize with people or situations that always inevitably make me feel like shit. I’ve come to realize it, and I like to think I am getting over it.

“The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.”

photo by chef mike in NOLA. this is me the majority of my life.

check out the amazing resolution from 2003. webcams were boss back then. i wasn’t, but they were. like the size of postage stamps.:D

Ugh, Agatha is trying to come in here. She’s always upset, I don’t want her here. Go away. Go away…