HEY IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT FIRST LET ME SAY THIS KANYE POST IS THE LAST AND GREATEST KANYE POST

So here's the idea:
me and my friend have decided to spoil West's little moment of Radiohead-level intellectual superiority.
Sorry, West, but we've found you all out a long time ago. And now, we're going to create a site documenting (as we see it) the intellectual and antichristian motives behind his (only seemingly) erratic behaviours.

In the series, we'll dwelve into his lyrics, lyricisms, life, psyche, anything and everything else in the Kanyeverse. Then, in a several hundred-thousand word series on West written by some of the best writers (recruiting them is minor--finding them out is major), we'll expose him for the genius he is. Here's how:

• We shall, on some sort of free site-host, create said site
• We shall, with the help of friends and enemies, post several hundred links to said site in that living legend's blog, and
• We shall, if all goes according to plan, get Kanye's recognition and comment on our blog
  

And of course, his recognition is everything:

If he admits to it,
he's already placing himself a level below us. Either that, or he was never the intellectual genius he claimed. THE great West, stumped by two kids across the world.

If he doesn't,
well, there's still the possibility that he's just stupid, but for all practical matters, he wins.
Yeah, he wins if he doesn't admit it.

Which, of course, he won't.

I'm already expecting a full-on blog post, IN HIS SIGNATURE LOUD CAPS-LOCK KEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, denouncing us and thus preserving his credibility.
In which case we lose. But hopefully least Mr. West will come to his senses and realize he was dangerously close to overdoing it (Not listening to rap? Really, West?).


Yeah.



Aw, hell, I'll do anything for the recognition of Martin Louis the Ki--er, West. Kanye West. His recognition.

West, here goes nothing.

I don't usually care about famous people, but Kanye is pretty cool. He seems like a pretty normal guy, as normal as someone that famous can be. I just dig the Connect 4 in the hotel action. We love the Connect 4 around my house!

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Melodrama

I told him that afternoon: "If I was a kind of movie, I'd be a melodrama. I cry, and I laugh, I flaunt myself to the world, and I've rarely got a solemn, serious sorta moment, but I realize how frivolous it all is, and my mind, I'm watching it all, detached, sort of... Like all the people, I rarely get myself tangled into their messes. It's all just a sort of mock-eloquent performance..."

"It sounds like the subject of a bad Facebook quiz," he said.

He'd be a black comedy.

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth."

List of recent movies that sucked

Avatar

The way school need teachers, the way Kathie Lee needed Regis? That's the way I need Jesus

So I was feeling pretty envious for about the whole afternoon at my friend, who started a schoolwide game of "assassins."
I can't quite explain why I felt this way, but perhaps my beloved role-playing games never receive this sort of attention from the world.
Was it that his ideas were better than mine? Was he more charismatic? His ideas, they all get somewhere. My ideas are usually just discredited or forgotten.
It puts a sort of gap between us whenever this sort of thing happens. I'll distance myself from anyone who could possibly outshine, and then as a result of my attempts to comfort myself, my narcissism usually rises a few inches on the gauge.
It's funny. I guess I'm pretty humbled by fame.
Ah, no, that's not quite true. I'm bloated up by my words of self-comfort, and any success would just confirms these beliefs. I'm narcissistic either way.
Except when I'm successful, I have less of a reason to brag. So it would appear that I get humbled.

Whereas Kanye...
I totally forgot about my troubles after reading a few of his quotes. I really love that guy.
See...
The thing is, I'm trying to figure out if he's actually the egoist he makes himself out to be, or acting, and a step above us all intellectually. In the latter case, he could be an intelligent man who loves negative attention. Or, I'm secretly hoping, he could be an atheist who happens to hate the shit out of Christians and is trying to give them a horrible name with bad verses from his "Jesus Walks" album. Everything else is just building on that.
See, he really makes my day. Said he:

“I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book’s autograph. I am a proud non-reader of books.”

"They say, ‘He’s got a God complex, because he said if they wrote The Bible again he would be in it’… Yeah, I would be in it…"

"I'm typing so fucking hard I might break my fucking Mac book Air!!!!!!!!"

"I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING TWITTER. HEY TWITTER, TAKE THE SO CALLED KANYE WEST TWITTER DOWN NOW ... WHY? ... BECAUSE MY CAPS LOCK KEY IS LOUD!!!!!!!!!"

"And I know the government administered AIDS"
“If it wasn’t for race mixing there’d be no video girls. Me and most of our friends like mutts a lot. Yeah, in the hood they call ’em mutts.”

Actually, I'm pretty sure he's the latter. Yeah.
Nobody could possibly be that stupid.
That's right, Kanye. A step above the media critics. I love you, man.

I really need to get my hands on a shirt sometime.
That goddamn genius.

IF I could live however I wan-ted, I think I'd stop giving presents altogether, and stop responding to all these emails, and stop hanging out with all these people, and just do what I wanted (notice the capital "i"), and I'd take a moped and I'd travel all around the country, and I'd spend money on a whim, buying the coolest and most useless stuff for the laughs, and I'd perform with Holy Band of God at all sorts of clubs and revel in the attention, the spotlight, my own genius, and I'd do whatever I wanted at the moment, screw all these social customs, and I'd do the wildest things, pick my nose, eat stuff off the floor, have crazy sex, do drugs, hurt people (yeah, the thought's nice, but maybe not), and nobody would care, nobody!, and nobody would really care even what the hell I did, because I'm me, and they're them, and you know how I'd spend my time?, I'd play visual novels and hentai games and MMOs and I'd have a million musical instruments to mess around with and a new great movie every day to watch and books and manga and pretty much every other form of entertainment media and I'd immerse myself, and then I'd come out to break into places and sharpie stuff and travel, travel, travel some more, and it'd be all about what I felt like doing, and oh, presents?, well, if I happened to WANT to give a present, I'd just give it, none of this berthdae-chrissmass-boulshitte!, and really, I swear, it's stressing me out, all these rules and customs and schedules and tasks and friends and presents and moms and dads and sisters and sisters and schoolwork and homework and God and Satan and Radiohead, and my long nails, and how short to cut them, and all the other, the !s, the things, the stuff, the plans, the, and Waking up is a chore. Clipping my nails is a chore. Writing my blog is a chore, homework, everything. Life is a chore. and I WISH I could just be a New York ghost with a backpack and some 500 bucks (for food and gas and souvenirs), and headed towards Cali forever. All my friends and girlfriends, I'd meet them on the way, and I'd leave them as I pleased, and the music and the art, I'd draw them on the spot, on the street, on the walls, and when the cops came, I'd be like "I'm invisible, motherfuckers!" and then I'd turn invisible, and I'd run!, run!, run!, and the whole world and every one of my current friends would laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh at it all, and I'd laugh!, and that's how I'd live!, forever!,
Me!,
Myself!,
I!


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