Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this real life ?

These days I sit on a fucking chair the whole day, from 8.00 AM to 7.00 PM.

I hear people telling me about their life,

telling me lies, telling me why they are so different, so special, so fanstatic...

It officially takes half an hour to decide who is in or out.

Actually it takes me one sentence.

Stigmata of their past.

My ears is full of "I am curious, special, interesting, clever, funny, competent..."

My eyes are full of young, tall, short, blond, brown...people.

But only some remains in my mind... (Q. is one of them).

I love to be weird, unexpectedly kind and nice, smile, kidding and then,

rude like hell.

To play to Bohemian as I am termed by most of my friend.

I'd like to make social and psychological experiments...