[i]“Impeso en la sala de tivrones, un pais escrito con el noche. From the prickpatch of poppy fields exhumed under the tremble of lock and key. On this deaf night of crossed eyes... donde me perde. My first attempt will cripple at the door of atrophy, estes son las viajes antes que me fui...”[/i]
Nick "deafNing" M. 
