-------------------------------------------------- "L’État, c’est moi! (Der Staat bin ich!") Sonnenkönig Ludwig, aber was der kann, kann ich schon lange...
Weil es eine Rastergraphik ist, hier der Text: ("Hotel California" ist ja wohl bekannt)
On a dark info highway, cool 'Net in my hair Warm smell of transistors, rising up through the 'Air Up ahead in the distance, an icon's shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I logged in for the night
There it stood on my homescreen, installed the Message app And I was thinking to myself, "This could be heaven or this could be crap" Then it accessed my contacts, and suggested away There were "friends" on my newsfeed, I thought I heard them say…
Welcome to the Hotel CaliFacebook Such a lovely place, (for a selfie face) Not like old MySpace Plenty of room at the Hotel CaliFacebook Any kind of sneer (forget your blogosphere) You can find it here…
Her mind is rose gold-twisted, she likes the Topic Trends, She got a lot of pretty Instagrams, she calls friends How they post in her newsfeed, sweet silly frets, Some post to remember, some post to forget
So I called up the Zucker, "Please bring me my Vine" He said, "We're open and connected, just so long as it's to mine." And still those voices are calling for privacy… Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say…
Notification from the Hotel CaliFacebook! Such a lovely place, (for your selfie face) To do a Status update. Living your life in the Hotel CaliFacebook Though you might be pissed, (yes you will be miffed) Don't bring your alias.
AutoPlay on the videos, a shopping feed for prices, And she said "We're all just prisoners here, of our own devices" And in the Valley's chambers, Google gathers for a feast, They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill The Beast.
Last thing I remember, I was running for the Tor, I had to find a tunnel back to the 'Net that was before "Relax," said the Zuck man, "Ads are programmed to receive. You can log-out any time you like, But you can never leave!"
Alkoholfreies Bier... schmeckt richtig, ist aber falsch.
Assistent:" und ist der gut so??" Gott: "mach noch einen kleinen Zeh dran" Assistent: "wofür?" Gott: "für die Möbel" Assistent: "Möbel?" Gott: "vertrau mir, das wird lustig"