Kanye West: It’s another slow-ass news day so you may as well begin your eye roll exercises and prepare to scan the latest cold puddle of verbal wet poo from Kanye West.
By now we’ve all come to recognise Kanye West as a constipated toddler who throws bitchy little pout tantrums whenever someone tells him he isn’t the greatest thing to happen in the history of the world.
Take yesterday afternoon for example when Kanye was addressing the Oxford Guild Society at the Museum of Natural History in London. All was going splendidly well until suddenly without warning Kuntye farted off at the mouth about his aspirations to become an internationally acclaimed artist.
Not just any old artist you understand but a reincarnation of Pablo Picasso himself!
He told a stunned audience:
“My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art, would have been to become Picasso or greater. That always sounds so funny to people, comparing yourself to someone who has done so much, and that’s a mentality that suppresses humanity. If I could have done it again I would have gone to the art institute over the American academy
We have the resources as a civilisation to make a utopia, but we’re led by the most greedy and the least noble.
I approach creativity like a sport, if I have a drawing I react just like a jock: LOOK AT THE FUCKING DRAWING OVER THERE YEAH.
I don’t think there’s a living celebrity with more weapons formed against him, but I don’t think there’s one more prosperous.”
WTF is he talking about? He’s a fine artist now? I should be used to this. Every time Kanye West opens his delusional insufferable mouth he completely loses me. I have no idea what he’s talking about most of the time and I smoke copious amounts of weed.
I mean seriously, how the hell is Kanye West still walking amongst us? If any of us went out in public and said that Kim Kardashian is the most important fashion icon of our time or that you are Pablo Picasso in waiting then the last thing we’d remember before blacking out is several anxious men in white coats running towards us with nets and tranquilizer guns.
We’d wake up strapped to a chair while a ginger haired goddess tries to force feed us with a spoonful of truth.
However, because artistry must always be respected, here’s a fine art picture of Kanye West wearing …. leather jogging bottoms.