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.
6 comments:
Thank you :~)
I am scared
Are you, really? Thank you!
She didn't start out there and she ain't staying ;~)
We're all in love with her because we always knew she was fickle. We loved him/her because he/she was committed to the cause and would die for us.
Someone with so many alluring identities must be so: first on the spot; first to go. It's all part of the wholesale and re-tail market.
He/she will be back after worlds have been slaughtered. Jack or Jackie be nimble.
;~))) !!! Yes
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