I am divorcing my iPhone.. but I paid allimony upfront, When I bought it!.. so Your a loser the moment your imfatuation turns septic and you bond like a scab on a Whores ass covering a guilty secret... not knowing the sordid family of perversions I was getting related to...
Terminal Virgins, an Electronic Nun that turned her back on Dick, a long time ago... Yes Their legs are so tightly bound together not even a scalpel can part those aluminium lips.... ever tried changing a battery in an iPhone?
if You a fool enough to, mental illness will quickly follow, it's a Fuck you up bomb just waiting for you to try... so you can get milked by the big daddy Apple tree bank of Control and deception... the father who is rotten to the dual core's...
Ever wanted to just share a few song's on a buddy's device, as a loan, snigger.. but the monoliths of eagle clawed dollar vultures wont let You.. coz "theres no money in it for them" a loan or sharing; is an illegal act of financial sabotage.. and illicit intercourse with another species...
iPhone is an under-age seducer who tickles the shrunken shank of your desires.. and affirms that you are a wanton user of pretty things.. that promise you the World; then take it away when you wake up in Bed with handcuffs made by iTunes who will never let you free to have one night encounters and physical unions with Devices of indeterminate origin, Racist Pig, solid state racism that shuts out the right to mingle a few singles... through a casual but consentual connection... without a propriety interface that is schematically approved by Apple... i.e. a "hardware prophylactic" for the right to feely conjoin with 3rd party devices.. in other words, the right to share freely... unless you break the rules, and the condom too...
Because iTunes is Big Daddy, always fingering you via WiFi while your sleeping.. and updating that evil IOS software, I shut off it's wi-Fi so it can't tell tales to Daddy... when I 've been Routing the bitch from behind over the kitchen table... so I can be free from the Matrix I was controlled by in tiny bursts of hidden data that lassoed my mind into thinking I was an individual...
When in fact I was... just another Account holder, who's human rights are null n Void... as long as you pay the penny pig... and wait in line for the electrodes that turn you into breakfast... for the lumpen proletariat.. who are the kings amongst Maggots.. feasting on the dead corpse of a spiritually diseased humanity... "Branding" (is rape of the unconscious mind) is like being eaten from within by some grotesqe parasite that makes a nest inside your very heart head Desires and soul itself..
Samsung do it better..
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