you watch me from inside of my Nexus S at the most intimate moments, your bastsrd homunculus named Android does scaringly well - green baby understands Russian speech almost as well as Еnglish, your secret underwater data centers keep all my deleted mails, forgotten loves, illegal chats, dearest pictures, porn searches - indexed and available for instant access. Thank you for being so good and so free,
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fuck you for being a digital omnipresent Leviathan. Now, Google, I'm giving you my last money so now? Google, do as I say: Advertise me. Gimme a chance to build a real music school - with no bullshit, useless classes and incompetent professors - free of any drag on the way to JOY. Have you ever read emails of the musicians who I invited to join? Then you know what I mean