friend
maybe when i finally get out of this hell hole, i’ll find myself a friend somewhere.
or maybe i might not.
funny how the world works, huh?
Train Writ: demons
7:27AM departure, January 11th, 2010; on the train from Bramalea to Toronto’s Union Station, express to Union Station. Duration of trip unknown.
hah.
Sometimes I laugh at myself for being a pitiful display of being a human.
Other days I’m a little bit proud of myself.
Like it is from the North to the South, West to East, compression to composure, water doesn’t boil at the same temperature. Water also doesn’t freeze at the same temperature.
But no matter what, it will always be to some extent volatile.
And many times.
It’s just the deep black hole to the midst and bowels of the abyss.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.