...a deathly serenade...

work….or maybe you could have said it like
this….but the end was magnificent, though I
think you have a bad pussy." This is how I feel
about critics! When I tell a story, beyond prose
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style….grammar or what have you, which is
really a mute point if you think about it, I am
communicating through the metaphor of the
story how I truly feel, sometimes, whether you
like the middle or the end means nothing to me.
I write about the human condition and don't
discriminate any issue, in fact I'm a moth to a
flame if people decide that a slither of the
human condition is taboo. The human condition
is not just one of, but my muse."
A passionate man, his relationships with
women was constantly spoken about, especially
the eventual spilt from his wife, but his devotion
for "The Eagle" was consistent from the time
they met, with Franz reading Leila's poetry
religiously. Which is made more apparent as
Leila's, Elysium, is in the same bookshelf twice,
on the middle shelf and on the top shelf next to
Samuel Beckett's, Complete Works, who Franz,
speaking of said, "[Beckett] He is one of the top
five Artists that encourage me, I won't say
influence, because that can sometimes be
misrepresented, but his work prompts me, when
I feel that I may rest, his work, especially his
plays, always reminds me that I should be brave
and stick to my guns and decipher through the
shit storm." - I digress; returning back to the
point initially made, why two versions of,
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