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This is an antisocial medium. Please go away. Nay, nay. Shoo fly. Tis me hitherto soul in a box. I’m neither here nor there.
— The Artist Formerly Known As Robert LaSalle

∞ wild IRE ∞

“Awakening” photos by TAFKA Robert LaSalle (2020-2021)

 

Robert LaSalle

ROBERT LASALLE (2003-2020) PHOTOS BY AARON THOMAS, robert margouleff, JIMMY HARRIS, ALLISON JANSEN, caroline sallee, aaron/8 cox, ERIC BROSHEARS, STEPHEN ZERNE, Elizabeth Tollefson, helen caddes & everett washington

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Robert LaSalle 2003-2020

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∞OFFICIAL ROBERT LASALLE EPK & EULOGY∞

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R.I.P.

VAN

WINKLE

R.I.P. ∞ VAN ∞ WINKLE ∞

 
You don’t remember Robert Sally? You know, he sang that one song in that show. What’s it called? Oh you know, I can’t remember the name of it. That show with that guy from the 90’s and that other guy, you know, with the weird hair. It wasn’t that great of a show, but the song was okay. I mean, It wasn’t a remarkable song, really. He’s no Taylor Swift, right honey? Anything outside 3 chords at 120 bpm and I shit the bed. I don’t enjoy thinking or feeling much. Anyways, that guy who sang that song in that show with that other guy with the hair, he’s dead. That’s kinda sad, right? Are you thinking we eat out tonight? I’ve been craving tortured animal flesh with corn syrup.
— Robert LaSalle Fan

RIP Robert LaSalle (2003-2020)

 

ENTROPIC SOCIETY OF AESTHETIC BANKRUPTCY HONOR ROBERT LASALLE FOR HIS CONTRIBUTIONS TO THESE DUMB TV SHOWS:

 
 

THE ROBERT LASALLE STORY, ALBUM BY ALBUM:

 
 

THE ROBERT LASALLE DISCOGRAPHY:

 

Herein lie the remains of René-Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle, explorer of metaphysics. His last words were, "Fuck the music industry, fuck society, and God bless you sick, fat, phony, cunt bastards, hallelujah, Kumbaya, sayonara & good riddance." Then the wolves chewed off his jaw and he spoke no more. Though he stayed alive for nearly another hour while the wolves gnawed on him. At one point he hummed the melody to "Stayin Alive" in a wispy, gargling "agghh" tone. A small crowd gathered to rejoice. He was not well liked by humans. The wolves were quite fond of him. Amen.

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trivia question of the day

Dogs, Beatles & Apples is the correct response. Better luck next time.


steve bless us everyone

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Bless you steve

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Thank you

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you're welcome

you're welcome ∞

part of your soul escaped

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daily wisdom

 
I built a gargoyle of Mama Cass to scare away all the ham sandwiches. It worked. I haven’t eaten meat in years.
— Ancient Vegetarian-American Proverb

science vs. religion: solved

 

Steve bless you.

In Bad Faith, Sincerely Yours,

— His Steveliness Steve Stephens of the Church of Stephenly Steve

Darwin posing in the nude when he was a stick bug (photo taken 396,742,973 years, 3 months, 6 days ago as of 2/24/24)


motivational quote + swim lesson

In regards to apropos à la vis-à-vis, with respect to the subject comparable with, in connection to or relation between analogous similarities akin to, in the manner of or resembling that to which is being referenced or referred to suchlike kindred congenial cognate connate homogeny, hallelujah, kumbaya my lord.
— Latin (& English) is a masturbatory language apropos à la vis-à-vis masturbation. Bless you. Thanks, Steve. Aum, men.
 

Isaac Newton at the bottom of the ocean trying to understand the world in 2D. Art by William Blake.


who’s the real robert lasalle?

Dandy ass fop? Or petit-maître poseur?

17th century explorer

René-Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle

(1643-1687) killed by humans


who’s the real robert lasalle?

21ST CENTURY EXPLORER

RENÉ-ROBERT CAVELIER, SIEUR DE LA SALLE

(2003-2020) EATEN BY WOLVES

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conclusive evidence religion is real

Become a stevist, or you go to hell. period.

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steve bless you

steve bless you


motivational quote from gospel of steve

If you’ve committed mistevery, stevimey, stevultry, or if you’ve strayed from steveness in any way, confess stevely with your entire stevery, or else you will be distevenized and cast out of the Church of Stephenly Steve into the fiery Stevelessness.
— His Steveliness Steve Stephens of the Church of Stephenly Steve

The wind is thinking about Steve


the Butterfly Infestation

Death-2-Pests, this is death speaking.

Butterflies?

You want me to go to your house & spray poison directly into the faces of butterflies?

OK, we’ll send someone over at 2 p.m.

Hi death, I have a terrible bug problem.

Can you get rid of butterflies?

Yeah.

I’m feeling better already. Au revoir!

We talking ants? Bedbugs? Roaches?

I’m not sure I know how or where to spray for butterflies.

Ok, how’s this Monday?

What?

No, they’re butterflies.

Spray them in their faces.

Afternoon’s good.


you can be as successful as steve

 
To fuck a dick in the face, dick a face in the fuck, or to face a fuck in the dick — it’s simply a matter of perspective.
— Very Successful Person

Very successful person


wodan & rudra

“I Am Wodan & I Am Rudra, West & East

I Am the Myth & I Am the Wild Ire

Wodan the Wanderer, Creator & Destroyer, trading his eye for Wisdom & gaining gifts of Language & Poetry - accompanied by 2 ravenous wolves & 2 ravens (Thought & Memory)

Rudra is the howling Wild Ire, Creator & Destroyer, roaring the Universe into Existence.

In the beginning, a series of big bangs roars space & time into existence & billions of years later, humans ride the primordial roar, creating & destroying time & space while professing what we do & do not “believe” about the phenomena we already are.


Ancient American Wisdom

If you need a neurosurgeon, gas station attendant or spiritual guide, we’re here to help
— Ancient Indian-American Stereotype
We invented mathematics, too
— Indian
We’re not Indians
— Native American
We were here before Amerigo Vespucci, so calling us Native Americans is equally absurd.
— Human who was here before white people
You say to-mah-to, and I say it the right way
— American
There’s a panda, a dragon and a wall involved.
— Ancient Chinese-American Restaurant
One man’s trash is another man’s rubbish
— Ancient American/English Semantical Dichotomy
Ooo, Ooo, yeah, ee, yeah, uh
— American-Inspired Music Singer of Olde Anglia, Robert de la Plant (non-American)
I Am
— Eastern
I think therefore I Am
— Western
I Am That I Am
— God
Before Abraham Was, I Am.
— Jesus / Isa / Issa / Isha
“It’s all isness.”
“Isn’t isn’tness too?”
“It isn’t isn’tness, only isness.”
— Ancient New-Age-American Confusion

death masks ‘n fun facts

Beethoven (left) & William Blake (both devout stevists) died in 1827

Fun fact: all humans looked dead in the 19th century


visual depiction of first 3 decades in the life of robert lasalle (2nd from left)

[art by William Blake]

I have heard many things like these; you are miserable comforters, all of you!
— Job 16:2
Just get your 238th job & 183rd home & 48th psychiatrist & try your 89th combination of pills & pray your ten thousandth prayer.
— Very successful person
Clearly all the assaults, muggings, robberies, infestations, fires, floods, deaths & destruction in your life is your fault. Just get a job. Get a house. Pray. Take some pills. It’s easy. We’re all doing it, see?
— Very successful person

samsara

I think I'm lost, is it this way? Are you sure? I'm going to try to make an arch then go back downward if that's alright with you. Oh, damn, this again? This is quite a repetitive process, isn't it? Does it actually go on this way forever? Dear God, let me out! HEY! Anybody out there?! I'm stuck on a roller coaster of letters, and I think it's a metaphor for life. Yeah, I get it samsara. I'm ready to leave this redundant cycle now. Please?! God?! Ah shit, I have to do another round. I see it coming n-----

I think I'm lost, is it this way? Are you sure? I'm going to try to make an arch then go back downward if that's alright with you. Oh, damn, this again? This is quite a repetitive process, isn't it? Does it actually go on this way forever? Dear God, let me out! HEY! Anybody out there?! I'm stuck on a roller coaster of letters, and I think it's a metaphor for life. Yeah, I get it samsara. I'm ready to leave this redundant cycle now. Please?! God?! Ah shit, I have to do another round. I see it coming n-----


true things

“Howland Overboard” by Mike Haywood

Robert LaSalle, when embodied in human form, was a howlin’ Howland, direct descendant of John Howland who fell off the Mayflower into the Atlantic on the way to the new world. If crew hadn’t thrown him a rope, the artist would’ve only been a moth or a bear. Then again, 1620 at Plymouth, half the Mayflower passengers died the first winter. Howland lived. He’s the thirteenth signer of the Mayflower Compact, the governing principles which would become these United States of America. Unfortunately Howland lived & reproduced, and due to his survival, several generations later the artist became a human instead of a moth, entering into the music industry & being devoured by wolves. R.I.P. LaSalle

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The artist has a long family history of not dying, although most of them do eventually die. If Captain Hardwick hadn’t insisted his son Henry stay in boarding school, the artist would’ve been a squirrel. The orphan Henry Hardwick was LaSalle’s Great-Great-Great Grandfather.


i’m sirius

People across the globe have always referred to the artist’s ravenous friends as "Dog Star" or "Wolf Star,” the brightest star in the sky, long said to be the origin of earthly life.

Oceans apart, ancients from every earthly continent & island always found the same Great Truth in this star, which appears as one star but is actually 2 stars, Wodan’s closest companions, Canis Minor & Canis Major (Greater Dogs)

 

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MIC CHECK SNAKE

testes, testes, syphilis, syphilis, 1, 2,

testes, testes, syphilis, syphilis, 1, 2,


meow

Please enjoy this song about a cat.

Do Not Consume the cat.

this is not good cat.

very bland.

Meow

Meow ∞


checkmate

After decisively beating the Chess.com computer who allegedly plays at 1800 level but never gives up, I get creative in how to checkmate him. It’s tricky though, because he’s always trying to stalemate.


the results are in!

 

Your IQ: 35

Scores based on your willingness to believe online test has accurately assessed your overall intelligence

Your Personality Type: BLAB

You’re the type of person who begins sentences with, “I’m the type of person who…” and one whom believes labels, descriptors, accolades and superlatives give you a deeper understanding of who you actually are.

YOUR NUMBER: 4

Comes before 5, although it comes after 3 & it's divisible by 2, so you go get 'em, tiger!

Your Emotional IQ: shovel

Digs holes. Green square nine walrus February who cares

Your Zodiac: Pigeon

Flies in circles, squawks, poops on cars, incessant thoughts of "Huh?" / fails self-exploration, believes personality tests. 

YOUR GEMSTONE: PETRIFIED DUNG

You are a steaming turd turned cold and hard. Great success!

Your Friends character: Extra

You’re an extra from season 3 who appeared briefly in one scene but had no speaking role.

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Clues Human Life Shouldn't Be Taken Seriously

FULL SCRIPT HERE (DO NOT READ)

PD

You’re telling me that new life on earth came out between the pee hole and the shit hole?

STEVE

I know it sounds like a joke, but that’s really how it was down there. Solid waste came out one hole, liquid waste another hole, and then a new human would pop out somewhere in the middle.

PD

How bizarre.

STEVE

And everything down there on earth had to kill other things and grind them up with the face hole.

PD

Whoa, that’s harsh. What would happen if you didn’t kill things?

STEVE

You’d die. Everything had to kill other things in order to live. It really sucked.


absurdity BELOW excerpted from macro ethic blog HASHTAG #EATTHIS

TOP SECRET. DO NOT READ.


Nilsson Schmilsson’s recipe for gastrointestinal discomfort:

1.) lime

2.) coconut

3.) drink ‘em bot up

+ FDA warns of de danger in drinking de lime in de coconut 

+ FDA recommends Big Pharma - day say natural remedies are unsafe so ingest de chemicals instead

+ FDA says day promise der recommendations have notin’ to do wit der own personal investments in Big Pharma

Coconut poisoning symptoms: 

False Caribbean accent

Singing about doctors who still prescribe home remedies

Schmilsson overdose:

Occurs when one casually sings about daily occurrences

A la, “I am typing nonsense into a blog post no one will ever read, lila la leala la la, dee-da da da”

 
 

I’m Schmilsson & I approve this message.


top secret: breaking news

BREAKING NEWS

BREAKING NEWS ∞

Mark David Chapman was released from prison today, and within hours of regaining his freedom, he assumed possession of a handgun and shot Paul McCartney at point blank range.

In unrelated news, John Hinkley was released from psychiatric care yesterday, stole a rifle from an undisclosed location and shot Jimmy Carter.

Our source on the scene at the hospital says both Carter and McCartney are recovering on the same floor of the same hospital. Both are in good spirits and are said to be working on a new Christmas album about peanut butter called “McCarter Park.” Yum. Now back to your regularly scheduled shitfire.


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Seems so personal. Are you sure you want to divulge that kind of information about yourself to the public?
— Excerpt from (actual) fan’s email
One surefire approach to assuring no one sees or hears anything I do is for me to make it public.
— Actual response of explorer formerly known as LaSalle

More Absurd Songs

Posing for Renoir

Soon after devouring Robert LaSalle

^^^ this one’s so stupid I never even released it.


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Greater Dog gone vectorized

The artist wrote this painting with words on a hotel wall in San Fran behind an offensively hideous framed painting of tulips.

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I don't owe you anything

I don't owe you anything



I’m in debt to a memory

All I own is tomorrow

Take it away from me

Yesterday will follow

The rest of me

Bought and sold to sorrow



One more soul to barter

Make a bet with me

Find the deepest waters

Debt for destiny

If feathers float on broken wings

If sorrow sinks

I don't owe you anything

I don’t… 



Fly into the water



Sorrow (sorrow)

Sorrow (sorrow)



I never thought I'd have to choose

Well I thought I’d paid my dues

A bet I thought I couldn't lose

What's my debt

Well I kept

A promise that I made to you 



If you're gonna use me

Use me for the truth

If you're gonna use me

Use me for something new

If you're gonna use me… Use me!



Use me



Let my love be martyred

Let my lungs be hollowed

Anchored to the sea

Let my conscience swallow

Her misery



Sorrow (sorrow)

Sorrow (sorrow)

I don't owe you anything



Follow me down 

I'd rather take the lead 

I know I'll never be hollow

Feathers still float, anchored to me

But I'll sink  

To the deepest water

Swimming back to me

Begging me in borrow

My depth is in debt to a broken wing



Sorrow… 

You are only memories 

(Sorrow, sorrow)

I don't owe you anything!



Oh, I don't owe you anything

I don't owe you anything

I’m The Artist & I approve this message.

I believe that the universe was invented by a very small man named Steve in 1882, and if thy resisteth evil throughout thy life, in death thou shall get to chill on a marshmallow cloud, but if thou let evil prevail, thou shall spend eternity in rural Texas. My name's Robert Nicholas, but sometimes people call me Da Buddha, either because I'm shiny or I’m fat. I was born inside of a whale, somewhere southeast of Newfoundland. When I was 3 months old, I swam to America and was adopted by an abortion clinic. When I was 10, I paddled back out into the Atlantic Ocean on a raft I made out of 3,762 cartons of Camel Wides. I don't remember much of my teenage years, as I began fermenting, distilling and consuming fermented and distilled spadefish. I also smoked a considerable amount of salt-laced seaweed i.e. 'oceandust' during this time. I am now 24 years of age and fully intend on staying this age until I die of old age. Upon my death, I'd like my body to be consumed by a wild boar, piece by piece, throughout the nine days following my death. On the tenth day following my death, I'd like my surviving family and friends to roast the boar and eat it. Some of my phobias include dried fruits that perform rock music, people made from used auto parts, Decatur County Jail, the spoonful of sugar following the medicine, pretty nannies with flying umbrellas, and people who think they're smarter than me because they know how to spell the word iksy-cali-frajiless-in-crispy-alatroshus. These are a few of my favorite things. As for superpowers, I think the cat's out of the bag, nudge nudge wink wink. I'm Batman. Here are some of my favorite quotes: "Jesus Christ, ya'll chill out. It’s not that big of a deal." -God "If thy resists evil throughout life, in death thou shall get to chill on a marshmallow cloud, but if thou let evil prevail, thou shall spend eternity in rural Texas." -Steve “I am to blame for most of the things.” -Ronald Reagan I am an “artist.” -Miley Cyrus “Verily verily I say unto you, if a canine poopoo in thy yard, spread the other cheek and poo on the dog.” -Mathew 5:39 What other people are saying about Robert LaSalle: Everybody who hears my music says, "Why are you not signed?" I say, "I have no f--ing idea." And then they say, "Oh, probably 'cuz you're an a--hole." And I say, "Yeah. That's probably why."

I believe that the universe was invented by a very small man named Steve in 1882, and if thy resisteth evil throughout thy life, in death thou shall get to chill on a marshmallow cloud, but if thou let evil prevail, thou shall spend eternity in rural Texas. My name's Robert Nicholas, but sometimes people call me Da Buddha, either because I'm shiny or I’m fat. I was born inside of a whale, somewhere southeast of Newfoundland. When I was 3 months old, I swam to America and was adopted by an abortion clinic. When I was 10, I paddled back out into the Atlantic Ocean on a raft I made out of 3,762 cartons of Camel Wides. I don't remember much of my teenage years, as I began fermenting, distilling and consuming fermented and distilled spadefish. I also smoked a considerable amount of salt-laced seaweed i.e. 'oceandust' during this time. I am now 24 years of age and fully intend on staying this age until I die of old age. Upon my death, I'd like my body to be consumed by a wild boar, piece by piece, throughout the nine days following my death. On the tenth day following my death, I'd like my surviving family and friends to roast the boar and eat it. Some of my phobias include dried fruits that perform rock music, people made from used auto parts, Decatur County Jail, the spoonful of sugar following the medicine, pretty nannies with flying umbrellas, and people who think they're smarter than me because they know how to spell the word iksy-cali-frajiless-in-crispy-alatroshus. These are a few of my favorite things. As for superpowers, I think the cat's out of the bag, nudge nudge wink wink. I'm Batman. Here are some of my favorite quotes: "Jesus Christ, ya'll chill out. It’s not that big of a deal." -God "If thy resists evil throughout life, in death thou shall get to chill on a marshmallow cloud, but if thou let evil prevail, thou shall spend eternity in rural Texas." -Steve “I am to blame for most of the things.” -Ronald Reagan I am an “artist.” -Miley Cyrus “Verily verily I say unto you, if a canine poopoo in thy yard, spread the other cheek and poo on the dog.” -Mathew 5:39 What other people are saying about Robert LaSalle: Everybody who hears my music says, "Why are you not signed?" I say, "I have no f--ing idea." And then they say, "Oh, probably 'cuz you're an a--hole." And I say, "Yeah. That's probably why."