Book: Skull Saturday

Reality can brutally hit on the head.

... I do not believe that good exists. But the evil it really is...

... in the world there are many things about which we have no idea.

... Any pop corrodes people from the inside as hydrochloric acid, destroying his brain, poisoning the blood, destroying the spine. Pop music needs to die, and then humanity will be enlightened happiness.

... there was a gay parade banned... guess why? We have a government composed of homosexual - not the body, so the soul for sure... feared, will suffer on the street the flags, they will join in too.

I am open to the world... maybe that's why I'm bisexual.

Girls life - both in the torture chamber.

... the fans are volatile. Today, bras flying on stage, tomorrow dried chamomile do not wait.

... Most importantly - let you talk about, what do they say - do not care. The principle of stardom - not creativity, but only the index of the mention in the media. People give a fuck if you're not writing songs for five years, but climbed into the neckline to Pugacheva - on the cover of magazines get, hacks lined up.

The problem of our Senya: from birth we think of women as air-kissing creatures. Meanwhile, the delicate buds of love is not worse than any man able to go to the enemy in the scoreboard, to bomb, to kill the opponent, to plan the conspiracy.

What the nature of his able to spend money with abandon and style, he does not know how to do them.

In life you only care about one thing - how many who have the dough and who wears what clothes.

To talk to a woman is a pleasure for soul and heart...

... fan - being frostbitten.