...a deathly serenade...

crucifix with the words: "call her, remember
Steve Powers - fucker", messily, but just about
decipherable, written underneath it. Franz was
always noted to have messy handwriting that
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
slanted heavily to the right, when he made notes
of amendments to his manuscripts I would often
find it difficult to read what he had written, and
thought his handwriting was particularly
childlike. In this same newspaper; there is also a
red mark underlining an article about an
American woman with persistent genital arousal
disorder. He loved weird facts and would often
include these in his books.
In the hallway bookshelf there are three
rows of books with a balanced amount of empty
space of about a quarter on each of the shelves
and exactly thirteen books on each row. Which is
funny as the number 13 was the name of a short
story Franz had sent to me before I signed him to
Elysium Books, with his cover letter commenting
that it was his lucky number, which is humour
that I came to find as typical Franz.
Although the rest of the apartment has
more shelves of books, I find the selection of the
books in the entry hallway as being of particular
note, on the basis that they must have been the
books Franz would have wanted quick and easy
access to, being in the apartment's entry one can
deduce that they were the books often referenced
(and taken to the coffee shops Franz would
frequent etc). His work can give evidence to this,
(debatable as it can be) and is therefore of curious
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