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June 27, 2016 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
Kanye West invited his entire herpes tree to the L.A. Forum to witness the premiere of his long form music video for ‘Famous’. The short film was streamed live to all eleven paid subscribers on the Tidal music service that everybody was certain had gone under last year. The eight minute movie deals head on with the insurmountable odds of surviving fame and fortune. It turns out they are only slightly higher than those for a Christian baby in ISIS held territory.
The centerpiece of the film is Kanye’s Last Supper of skillfully molded body doubles of famous people that Kanye wishes he could have in his family bed. Kanye placed a naked Taylor Swift to his good fucking side, while his wife’s bare ass is prone for Ray-J to go get his hungry cock in there, boy. There’s also Chris Brown and Bill Cosby and Anna Wintour and Donald Trump, in descending order of losing your boner to the world’s worst porn.
It’s hard not to feel sorry for Swift who got stuck with one truly shitty stalker. Kanye’s mom did some disturbing fucking number on him and now he has money. You’re not the only white chick who doesn’t like black people. That shouldn’t be such a powerful draw. In the end, what have we learned about fame? It’s better to be the guy who makes the human double molds than the one who fondles them and cries.