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.
4 comments:
I like a bit of barbed...
lovely
After a visit to Germany in '89 before the Wall came down and in '90 after, and seeing places that still had remnants of where people were tortured, barbed wire has taken a new meaning for me - Cheers!
Shit! Two people done used the "n" word I was gonna use.(Ooooo! Nice!)
Anyways, can't help likin' this one. Ain't seen this much barbed wire since I left Arkansas...
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Thank you all ;~)
Barbed wire is all around us. Probably because it is so effective
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