Kim and Kanye sit by the fire. Suddenly, ‘Ye surprises Kim by pulling a small black box out of his pocket.
“Oh Kanye! I’ve been waiting so long for this!” Kim exclaims.
“Me too” Kanye says as he takes out the ring and puts it on his finger. “It catches the light perfectly!” he says.
The rest of the night Kim silently sobs as Kanye gazes in wonder at the ring while using her as a foot stool.
“We eat Pieces of Shit, like you, for breakfast!”
Kanye is perplexed by the commercial playing on the E! Network. Slowly, he puts down his spoon filled with his favorite cereal. “Huh? Y’all eat Pieces of Shit?” He was utterly convinced that no one else enjoyed the chocolate cereal as much as he did. Now he’d have to find a new breakfast cereal to eat in the morning.
Several faint, robotic and distorted chuckles could be heard in the distance. “J.A.Y. is activating again. Get back inside the tent, Kim.” Kanye pulled his pistol out it’s holster and marched out of the campsite. As he unlocked the barricade for the last time, Pusha grabbed his shoulder.
“I wanna come with you.” Kanye looked Pusha real serious-like and shook his head. “Nah man. This is my battle. I started this.” He put on his glasses and walked of the wooden door that’s been through so much these past few weeks. “Lock it as soon as possible, okay? Don’t follow me.” Pusha’s eyes began to tear up.
“K-Kanye…”
Kanye woke up with a start in the middle of the night, breathing heavily and shaking profusely. With a trembling hand, he pulled himself out of the bedsheets and towards the mirror, fumbled with the lamp switch and turned on the light. He wiped the sweat off his face, took three deep breaths, and opened his eyes to look in the glass.
“Ahh,” he sighed in relief and put a hand on his heart, smiling.
It was only a dream. He was still Kanye.
kanye, feeling rather glum as he sulks around in his mansion, takes a moment to pause. he looks at his yeezys, inhaling deeply as he admires the pure beauty of the shoe. he then tilts his chin upwards and his breath hitches - he is shocked at the sight before him. “that is the most stunning thing i have ever seen,” he says, eyes glazing over with admiration. he stares at his own reflection in the mirror and says, “yeah, i still got swag fuk da haterz.” then he walks out, shoveling a wad of 100 dollar bills into his pocket.
Kanye stands a few feet away from a roaring inferno, panting, out of breath. The Kardashian Mansion is consumed by towering flames. A camera truck is crushed and flipped over in the driveway. His left hand is wet with someone else’s blood. His knuckles are bruised and raw. His Luis Vuiton zippo lighter playfully flickering in his right hand. A Range Rover pulls up next to Kanye. Kim gets out, scared and frantic.
“Oh my god! What happened!?” Kim asks.
Kanye responds,
“I put and end to the show…forever.”
“say tht 2 my face not online c what the fuk happens” Kanye types out before hitting the send button. He sits back against his chair satisfied. He showed them.
Kanye is walking the streets when a filthy pedestrian accidentally scoffs his Yeezy’s. “Why?” Kanye whispers to himself and it begins raining as the skies weep for his loss too.
