Grace Jones must be a part-time grim reaper/soul-eater or something. This was the most terrifying 6 minutes of my life. My poor body wanted to close out the whole video, but the Grace’s black stare froze me in place faster than Tina’s Creole dust. Real talk, I thought she was going to reach through my computer screen and snatch my ass into the matrix to eat me.
Let the saints sing: Long as I’ve got King Jesus, I don’t need nobody else.
