I know why Rihanna is famous. She brainwashes you with her songs. I’ve seen Josie and the Pussycats, I know how the music industry works, cuz some songs just rape my fucking brain hard the first time I hear them and the repressed memories of the shit keep coming out to haunt me at the weirdest times, like when I am trying to be intimate with another person or intimate with myself, or pretty much doing anything, all I hear is her new fucking song from the AMA performance….I fell asleep with it in my head, I woke up with it in my head, I may have even dreamt about it….It is still in my mind and I’ve been thinking about it all day…Oh na na what’s my name, Oh na na, what’s my name…that song basically revamped this bitch in my eyes and made me a fucking believer again. Oh na na, What’s my name, Oh Na na, what’s my name….Seriously, she’s back and it scares me how inconsistent and bi-polar and schizo I am about this bitch….Oh na na, what’s my name, oh na na what’s my name….Fuck, I hated her, I found her vile looking, everytime I saw her I was disgusted about everything about her, from selling out her man for putting her in her place, to her thighs….but she’s got me in her Voodoo West Indian spell….get her out of my brain….this isn’t making sense to me…Oh na na, what’s my name, Oh na na, what’s my name….fuck. Singing this song makes me feel homosexual. Here she is in a recent Interview magazine spread: I’ve watched this AMA performace so many times, I know every single move by heart. Seriously. This was the game changer for me. Rihanna’s back. I have lost my mind…
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Rihanna for Interview Magazine of the Day
