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, 1 April 2011

D6 - The Sadest Sight, The Sad Goodbye

Blog Authors Your blog can have up to 100 authors.
2 Authors can post to this blog
D6 darkangelscave@gmail.com admin - Revoke admin privileges remove
Russell 'C.J.' Duffy utilityfishshed@hotmail.co.uk admin - Revoke admin privileges remove

Add Authors Invite more people to write to your blog
Choose from contacts
Enter the email addresses of people you want to write to your blog (separated by commas).Invite Cancel
Posted by

3 comments:

D6 said...

"Every time we say goodbye
I die a little
Every time we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the Gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go"

1 April 2011 at 14:45
Ruela said...

It was a great trip!

1 April 2011 at 14:49
Anonymous said...

Great trip but a bumpy ride for me towards the end. I still have the bruises on my buttocks as inconclusive evidence.

Nevertheless, the best ends are the beginnings (and I'm not referring to my buttocks at this point).

Nothing is over until it is over... and D7 is only another middling, ending and beginning!

2 April 2011 at 07:28

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)