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.
Monday, 4 April 2011
ergo.anon.
Yesterday
23:55BN
yes i think so
23:55Me
So you're not you?
23:55BN
some dark
23:55Me
Oh, I'm drawn to you
23:55BN
me too but this thing hurt and made me want to puke
23:56Me
I maximise
23:56BN
slavejaynie has been sewing hairshirts and waiting for her master's voice for two light-years and 11. I have been holding her hand and folding to comfort her.
She tells me she knows he's returned. She always knows.
Big hugs from us both. Now we both know we are back from the ostracism! xxx
6 comments:
WELCOME ;)
Big re-start!
Thank you Ruela. You insire x
slavejaynie has been sewing hairshirts and waiting for her master's voice for two light-years and 11. I have been holding her hand and folding to comfort her.
She tells me she knows he's returned. She always knows.
Big hugs from us both. Now we both know we are back from the ostracism! xxx
long time....
minimize it please
Iryna - My old friend and wise-head. How well you sound. Let's take our fingers from the pie and dip them into the void once more. x
Thank you CHM x
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