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:
7 brides and 7 grooms...
this is scaring,the couple on top already hanged...the others waiting on the stairs...
;)
Tiers before bedtime
hahaha!
Tiers on my pillow..
This wedding is now dead. The cake, a ghost
7 Weddings and a Funeral ;)
hah! Good title! Make one of your sublime short films!
who knows ;)
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