...a deathly serenade...

women’s. And a notebook with these writings
typed up, the first could perhaps be written by
Franz, or Leila, of which, we can't be too sure,
and it is entitled 'flowers, flowers, flowers' and the
second, of which we can be sure of, is entitled
'Vanity. Blue' and is of course the unfinished
manuscript of Franz Bema at the time of his
passing:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
flowers, flowers, flowers
part one
“Only in chaos are we conceivable.” — Roberto
Boláno, 2666
loose threads...
...fabric loosened draped against the wind
blowing in through the window, whilst a
theatrical sound emanates from the other room,
first a Spanish song and then the sound of
excitement of an arrival...though Maria launches
into a tirade about the necessity for something
she refers to as the piraledies, of which she
describes as a form of passion, a desire, a
declaration, stood naked and gesticulating...as the
nighttime glisten saunters into the room where
then an Eagle perched against the windowsill, the
soft touch of its feathers nestled right next to the
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