Ok, I found jermedia by googling “rabies terror hallucinations”. I was looking for a little more detail than you’ve got here. I searched because I’m morbidly fascinated by the horror of rabies and I read a really good story about a girl who (among other things) is sexually aroused by the idea of being thrown into a 20’ deep pit naked and handcuffed with a rabid dog and seeing what it’s like to die from rabies while everyone stto around and watched. (She does this, and it takes a week). Frankly, that thought turns me on too, and I wish I knew what that was like myself, which is why I’m looking for a better description of the symptoms.

Amazingly, the story isn’t porn at all, it’s sci-fi/fantasy. If you’re morbidly fascinated by rabies too, I posted the story on my blog: http://blog.myspace.com/fayekane It’s called “the transformation of prime intellect” and you have to scroll down a few blog items.

If I find a better description of symptoms, I’ll come back here and post a link to there too. Wikipedia has a pretty good description, though.

—autistic and certified mentally ill faye

yay, jeremy! you’re the BEST! xxxxo…

If you hang out with her a lot, between you and Steve, she will be the smartest baby in the world!

:o)

13 correct. And I always look for two-wheeled vehicles because most of the time I am one.

Its a Loris. EYE BALL!

Really, really wish I’d done that.

There is something powerful about Ekhart Tolle and something that disturbs me about his sudden rise in fame. It’s not about him, but about my desperate need for leadership and awakening. What’s are we really asking for when we read his stuff? What responsibility are we avoiding? and How does he perfectly feeding my need to rise above my guilty American conscious that doesn’t know how to handle being an American with the agenda of world domination. But that’s too large when we’re talking about love and relationship.

I guess the key word Ekhart writes is Honest. I don’t fancy placing love in the eyes of spirituality that calls on man to transcend. This lift off usually calls us to rise up above our own humanity, and it breathes shame in the way we honestly love.

Not even the gods love so unconditionally, and last i checked Mother Theresa’s unconditional love didn’t exactly spur me to invite her to spread her legs. Isn’t that why we doll up with expensive jeans? To love is to want, and love can be violent. Falling in love has ripped me to shreds. Isn’t it cruel to ask a person to be conscious of all their transference and projections. I think it’s impossible. We love unconsciously. That’s human. that’s honest. Yeah, sure we can work through the unconsciousness, but i sometimes don’t have a clue why i get hard. It’s exciting to awaken from another part of my being, and not just from my conscious brain.

and god bless the spanish language for being inclusive of both the raw passion of wanting to take “te queiro coger” with the altruistic egoless love of “te queiro, amorcito” Can you picture Billy Holiday singing Kumbaya?

I know i’m being a flipboy, but transcending calls us to look up. And that kind of spirituality just breathes airy lofty, godly, blinding light. The soul, the psyche, is fuming and bubbling from down deep. transcending just furthers ignores and represses the fullness of our present human condition that is desperately acting out with total petulance against the world. We must walk amongst men and honestly admit we carry more than love, more than the good stuff, we kill in the name of love, freedom, etc.

I’d love (for pure ego driven reasons) to see a form where Ekhart Tolle and 82 year old James Hillman converse on matters of Spirit and Soul and love and war. Maybe it should just be Roush and Dominguez raking out some philosophies over some raped south american rain forest coffee. What do you say?

PS. I dig your mom too. PSS. VOTE OBAMA

Haha! That is one rakish monkey

Yes it tis!

Thanks lady :)

It was taken in the center of the Richard Serra installation on the first floor of the new Broad Contemporary.