Exhibit 3.15

Some of my favorite lines from Christine Hume's Alaskaphrenia:

You’re trapped with snow for eyes. A glance gets through, errant and full of amnesias.

The headache you’ll grow into
Suggests all organisms are in the grips
of spiritual urges

Why should a zephyr so rarely intervene?

Our first heaven held under, that we may grow asunder

Some breath is meant to take you in
Some is meant to give you away

It is NOT TRUE: I did not dash my son’s brains out on the rocks for beauty. The beauty of this place is mad, a drug fro driving you blind and diplopic; its amplified contradictions played the music of his slip.

Everytime you drama
the sky you fall in two.