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There is a photographer for CNN named JUSTIN LAROSE.

Facts and Filgers.

The percentage of nigs positioned around Larva is far in excess of MCC's normal nig ratio. Notice how Larva seats himself right next to a nig in full Unkie Tom mode, clad in respectable White Man attire.

Hereinner.

Herein.

Old Hat(e)

The following is a selection from Levi Tatelund's since-deleted blog--it gives a revealing picture of his perpetual mental instability, and while the rest of the entry goes on to express a crackhead-ish sort of hope, we choose to focus only on the problematic admissions, as we feel these are more representative of his True Self. The entry was posted on January 5th, 2011.

More selections will follow in the days ahead, as we advance the cause of Total Transparency in our War Against Deletion.

  I see things stretch out forever and it's stressful, and i got sick again, perhaps i really do have cancer, i would embrace it. I am still injured from the seriousness of my 4 years of continuous drug abuse...

      I'm still injured from that, in my body, and in my mind. I've fallen sick again and I realize that I try to do too much, to try to tackle too many projects. Perhaps it is this rush to the finish with the gold mentality that's been put into us, but i really want a slower life. I've been trying to do too much, dreaming too much...

Part 2

You can see below, that our archive from Levi Blog #1 goes way back into December 2010. We found the original post wherein Levi posted his now-infamous monologue video, which C. Russell had once been searching out so fervently without success. This Google Reader item obviously can't grant access to the pulled video, but it does confirm that the entry was posted, and does archive Levi's original commentary on it.

Backsliders Backended

Google Reader has now asserted control over Tate's permanence/impermanence on the internet.
Below is the log of entries from his original Blogger space, the one that was deleted and replaced by a second (Levi Tate Online).

Budgetary Update

After a brief tete-a-tete between the majority of our membership, it has been decided that 1/4 of our new surplus funds will be given over to an independent investigator for the purpose of obtaining more information on a fringe religious sect with which Levvy Taighte (aka Levi Tate, aka Justin Rosslyn Larose) is rumored to be associated.

The organization is (as far as we can ascertain despite their secrecy) known as The Omega Church of the Seventh Christeron, and seems to be based out of Metropolitan Detroit. We don't know much more, and so the employment of an investigator with proper credentials and field experience should grant us more knowledge.

Updates shall, as always, be public and forthcoming.

NASDAQ Optimism, LKFL Up 13-Percent

We are pleased to announce record revenues from our advertising partnership with The Daily Puppy. We haven't yet decided how to spend the excess income (beyond giving each staff member a generous summer bonus), but there have been discussions concerning an expanded investigative department. There have also been some emails in circulation concerning an investment in surveillance apparatus, the better with which to keep an eye on The Subject of Our Site.

Power. Utility. Consequence. Timespace. Disjunction.

We came upon this story: Adam Brickley, Sarah Palin, and BLOGGER

If this site's power can be harnessed to raise an imbecilic woman to such heights, what could this very blog here do for Levi Tate, aka JUSTIN ROSSLYN LAROSE?

Our team is a bit indecisive. Such power now revealed--how to use it? We could back Levi, fluff him up, ride his coattails to a deputy position in some second-tier government...but is that what our collective heart desires?

Ett. Vi. thought it over, then sent out a group email, in which he announced his personal conclusion--

We must destroy him absolutely, in the eyes of the entire Webbed World.

For Your Health

"My favorite wine, it's probably Peanut Norr." --Levi Taight

UPDATE!

6/24/11: We have been notified that Levine Tatelund's business partners in the pirated pornography scene have retaliated against Tatelund's MIA status by uploading the documents to the torrent sites Pirate Bay and Demonoid.me. Several employees of the supplier are now descending on the streets of Mt. Clemens and its environs to alert the public to these uploaded torrents in a hurried attempt to undercut Tatelund's market.

We cannot directly link to the torrents due to blogger.com user policy, but our savvy readers should be able to find the resources on their own.

Within the Tits-N-Ass Underground a Conspiracy is Brewing

An associate admits to having cut a business agreement with Levine Tatelund wherein L.T. would purchase digital bootlegs of mainstream pornographic publications to be sold in the Mt. Clemens ghetto on CD-R discs. Within the last few weeks, the pirated magazines were delivered to Tatelund via courier, who met him in the vicinity of the 7-11 on Groesbeck HWY near the south campus of Macomb Community College. Tatelund had a middleman receive the shipment, with the promise of payment once the contents of the discs were verified. Supposedly Tatelund insisted on having a coterie of underlings verify the suitable lustiness of the publications, employing his team to conduct midnight jerkoff sessions, the results to be recorded in text files uploaded to Google Docs. It has been weeks hence, and Tatelund has made no contact with his supplier. Our associate has indicated that a handful of hardbodies are poised to prowl the Mt. Clemens bar scene in search of Tatelund and his "crew."

We will keep you updated on future developments.

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Pace, Change

We must commend Levi Tate on his recent noble and altruistic gesture.

A science instructor at a community college,
aka,
a failed scientist.

XRT.

Can't stop thinking of
blue surgical gloves,
duct tape,
alibis,
evidence,
etc.

Five For Gone So Fuck Yew

The scenario materialized all on its own,
the blue surgical gloves,
the drastic action,
the consequences you could really, really care less about.

So yeah it's a product of sickness,
but that's just life, that's just blood.

KL.

A Levver masquerading as New Ptolemy,
High on his concentric spheres of Profit.
His black-hole suck thru gravitation,
Depriving the mouths of innocent babes.

Meet Your Editorial Staff

 

C. Russell : Founder, Editor, Writer, Chief Coordinator

Ett. Vi. : Associate Editor, Writer, Researcher, Sales Director

Antari Thorinz, MA : Art Director, Researcher, Psychology Consultant

Julian "Duff" Webster : Director of "Daily Puppy" Division

Voyal Cortend, SJD. : Legal Counsel

Oh Wouldn't You Know?

Some months ago, staffer Ett. Vi. happened to run into Mz. Zoe at a local organic food market. They exchanged pleasantries, the general 'so how you been doin' stuff, and Vi. figured it was going to end shortly. But to his surprise, Zoe started to lower her voice and her eyes began to shift in a nervous way, as if she was checking for anyone who might be observing them or listening in.

In a somewhat hushed voice, she started to pour out a somewhat rambling account of her recent interactions with and reactions to Mr. Lev Tate. The content of her speech came as a mild shock, as Vi. hadn't ever been a confidante to Zoe. But on she went, rattling off a list of complaints, with Vi. occasionally missing a few words or the gist of a sentence. It should be noted that of what Vi. did hear, he tried as best he could to assemble the statements into a rough list complete with bullet-points, in a sort of mental shorthand, for the purpose of properly retaining this information so as to pass it along to the other L4L staffers.

We cannot at this moment relate the details Vi. accumulated, as we have a somewhat lofty goal of putting much effort into the production and display of the revelatory conversation that was held. But there is a hint that could be given, which came to Vi.'s mind through a moment of peculiar Synchronicity. As Zoe's word-spill reached a climax, the background music emanating from the store's ceiling speakers sounded the first notes of the quite recognizable song "Free Radicals," as performed by the Flaming Lips. Vi. claims the song blended well with the ideas that Zoe was offering, that between the her words and Coyne's lyrics, a temporary two-engined "secondary layer" descended upon his consciousness. The music and speech mixed, mingled, and in the end spoke a similar conclusion with a final and authoritative THUD of completion.

As if suddenly aware that she had said too much, Zoe offered a hasty goodbye and quickly shuffled toward the doors, and Vi. noticed that she hadn't purchased anything.

tunnelsong.

CODA XII.

Ett. Vi. can't help admitting his DISGUST at seeing a FREEMAN devolve into a SLAVE TO SCIENCE.

Is the PSYCHOSIS worth it?

Does the soul BLOOM in molecules and wavelengths? Vi. insists, NO.

P. 2. 003b.

"I just remember back in the day when we'd get fucked up and laugh and shit. But I don't know what happened, now he hooked up with Zoe and is into hydrotherapy and coffee enemas and shit. Fuck that shit, you know?"
--R. "Wammy" Wilmington

Every Tussin Towerman Needs A Lackey To Lend A Hand

bl sk rp

foolz on a hiLL.

neverland.

Float und Scheme

X.

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Awakening

"After a year of association with Russell, I began to feel pulled toward a new understanding that was both troubling and invigorating. Looking back on experiences and conversations, there opened a new possibility, that he was enacting a broad deception. I started to wonder if he had in fact been feigning his character and its evolution--that the insanity was a front, that the decline and pussification was actually a coordinated and premeditated fiction. Was he all along putting on a puppet show, letting himself fall apart and undergo hideous distortions in order to deceive his target and set him up for a more grave and powerful fall? I'm still unsure, but the idea, I admit, is titillating."
--Ett. Vi., January of 2011

X.

Psionych

 And she grants Permission

To Exhume and Deploy

The secondhand Artifact

With dial-shot Eyes.

Dolly Turget

[Salvador Dalí] had no time for those who did not agree with his principles, and took the war into the enemy camp by writing insulting letters to many of the friends he had made in the Residencia, calling them pigs. He happily compared himself to a clever bull avoiding the cowboys and generally had a great deal of fun stirring up and scandalizing almost every Catalan intellectual worthy of the name. Dalí was beginning to burn his bridges with the zeal of an arsonist…. “We [Dalí and the filmmaker Luis Buñuel] had resolved to send a poison pen letter to one of the great celebrities of Spain,” Dalí later told his biographer Alain Bosquet. “Our goal was pure subversion…. Both of us were strongly influenced by Nietzsche…. We hit upon two names: Manuel de Falla, the composer, and Juan Ramón Jiménez, the poet. We drew straws and Jiménez won…. So we composed a frenzied and nasty letter of incomparable violence and addressed it to Juan Ramón Jiménez. It read: ‘Our Distinguished Friend: We believe it is our duty to inform you—disinterestedly—that your work is deeply repugnant to us because of its immorality, its hysteria, its arbitrary quality….’ It caused Jiménez great pain….”

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Many use friendship as a way to mask aggressive desires: they come close to you to do more harm to induce psychosis,. (A friend knows best how to hurt you.) Or, without actually being friends, they offer assistance and alliance: they may seem supportive, but in the end they’re advancing their own interests at your expense. Then there are those who master moral warfare, playing the victim, making you feel guilty for something unspecified you’ve done. The battlefield is full of these warriors, slippery, evasive, and clever.

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Enemies bring many gifts. For one thing, they motivate you and focus your beliefs. The artist Salvador Dalí found early on that there were many qualities he could not stand in people: conformity, romanticism, piety. At every stage of his life, he found someone he thought embodied these anti-ideals—an enemy to vent on. First it was the poet Federico García Lorca, who wrote romantic poetry; then it was André Breton, the heavy-handed leader of the surrealist movement. Having such enemies to rebel against made Dalí feel confident and inspired.


 

CFNR

Remember? Repent?

Wreckquiem

How many outlets will be posted and then pulled in a Levitine lifetime? The over/under is currently sitting at 28. C. Russell still owes Joe $250 from the Super Bowl, but Joe says he's willing to consider a $300 if you win/$900 if you lose proposition. But as this bet will obviously extend over Levi's lifespan, Joe wants that $250 now to cover the waiting period.

C. Russell is in dire straits.