The "entertainment" magazines and those oh-so-vital tabloids, are going on and on about Viley having a heart condition.
"My heart rate increases a lot just from going up a flight of stairs," she says. Gosh, Viley, SO DOES MINE. You dumb androgyne.
She declares, "There is never a time onstage when I'm not thinking about my heart." And your idea of not putting pressure on it is....what...not wearing a bra?
Viley's heart problems are going to do nothing but sell shitty magazines and stinky newspapers, as her brainless fans sob and whisper and gasp and solemnly ponder what the world would be like without her. Now instead of an irritating figure of derision, we're all supposed to feel sorry for her? Oh, no wonder she's acting like such a maniac; she knows she doesn't have long to live.
Right, she's gotta keep working at a hectic pace so she can leave behind a great body of work...like she's a fuckin' dickless Bobby Darin.
The only sad part in this, is that Justin Bieber doesn't also have a hole in his heart...to match the one in his head.
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