The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.

Friday, 29 April 2011

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

If you say this ot loud, it feels good in your mouth.

8 May 2011 at 01:18
Anonymous said...

Out loud. Say it out loud!

8 May 2011 at 01:54

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