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2011.
    I remember thinking, Is she trashy as all get out, right on Kanye’s arm?

SUGE KNIGHT
    Suge is pronounced like sugar without its -ar.
Liar turns lie. Color turns cull. Whisper, wisp.
    In August 2005, Kanye hosted a party before the Video Music Awards. And Suge got shot there.
    MSNBC reports:
    ambulance, fire and police officials swarmed
the shooter was described as black and wearing a pink shirt
    Giddy. Frivolous.
    Treasure, trezh. Splendor, splend. Shiner, shine.
    In March 2010, Suge is suing Kanye for money, but a car accident keeps him from his court date.
    Perez Hilton reports
a quote from Knight’s lawyer:
    Nobody likes Kanye West anymore.
    Even though he’s still selling millions of records, everybody’s
sick of him.
    Error, err. Geyser, guise. Razor, raise     blaze.
    The bullet took the light from the front of the gun. The bullet took the light into the leg and bone.
    I think Suge’s alight with something like grief.
Can Kanye save him from something like that?

KANYE AS A QUANTUM PARTICLE YET TO BE OBSERVED
    Is there room in a biography for what didn’t happen?
    December 2010, Miami—Kanye’s once-scheduled court date
with Suge Knight.
    January 2011, Dominican Republic—his once-rumored
wedding to Amber Rose.
    Less than three hours to fly from one place to the other, to fly
over the Bahamas that fall like inch worms from Florida’s peninsula,
    to fly to a country that shares an island with Haiti, that nearly touches
Port Au Prince with its border like a series of shark fins.
    How would their marriage have begun? Following such trouble,
the slow pulse of the Earth destroying the Earth. But then,
    how funny if Suge’s missing earring had ended up on Amber’s finger.
Photos of her in the tabloids as she leaves a car, stands from a table.
    If Kanye’s life collided, collapsed. If he woke one morning
and, having made no decisions, all the possibilities came to be.

hybrid
    WE LIVE THIS SHIT! WE EMBODY THIS SHIT! WE WOULD IDE FOR THIS SHIT SO YOU YOU CAN LIVE FOR THIS SHIT !
    KANYE WEST , on Twitter, 2:05 p.m.,
Jan. 26, 2011, via web; retweeted by 50+ people

GOD’S FACE OVER GOLD
    Kanye West has a god’s face over gold.
But his eyes are like man’s. His voice overflows.
So it must be his mouth, his tongue unrolled.
Kanye West has a god’s face over gold.
I think he hears prayers when nights are cold.
He can’t be a man when his heart’s a rose.
Kanye West has a god’s face over gold.
But his eyes are like man’s. His voice overflows.

TWILIGHT: STARRING KANYE
    The vampires are who everybody
wants in their movies right now, but who knows
what new creature we’ll see ourselves kissing. I’m
thinking the next one won’t idealize a
white man, but maybe those motherfucking
types go on forever. What monster
    has such sparkling black skin? What monster
has sparkling black skin but everybody
can find him more man than motherfucking
beast, can still desire him, godlike, knows
it’s safe for their sweet daughters to have a
cutout of him in their sweet bedrooms. I’m
    not thinking of zombie Michael. I’m
thinking the black man can’t be a monster
because he is one, because we won’t let a
fantasy form around him. Everybody
has at least one dream where the city knows
it’s in trouble. And it’s the motherfucking
    dreamer who has a foot on motherfucking
towers, people, and cars and shit. Or I’m
hoping I’m not the only one. God knows
    there’s room for one sweating, flexing monster
in my head. And it’s everybody
else who’s walking by and flickering a
    bit on the street, just waiting for a
person like me to ask, “What monster
would you be? Land or sea? Could everybody
love you like that?” Somewhere on the street, I’m
yelling, “You can’t make every monster
into sexy Halloween costumes.” Kanye knows
    why fantasy exists, and stories, knows
how