I think I've become a Kanye apologist. I feel the need to defend him at every turn (it is art even if it's nippleless on a motorcycle! the mandela thing must be a metaphor of some sort!).
I don't even know where to start with decoding that shit. Had to record it as it occurred to me for the purpose of further rumination. I'm pretty sure it says something about me...I'm just not sure what, yet.
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