I stood at the edge, and as a hundred doves on fire screamed in disintegrated cassette delays, I splashed water on my face and watched your paper burn with the birds. My memories betray me now, and so whatever documentation I had to remind me only fuels the engulfed that spill out of the heavens striking the earth like living meteors. I looked away, and witnessed the gates of Hell open.

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Adventureface live in Los Angeles 10.11.14.