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.
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Welcome, Babalith! You've certainly announced your amazing talent in an explosion of the delicious macabre.
I'm trying to work out which my favourite is. Edges and Prolongations? Perhaps Graveyard Mary? Forsaken Succubus? Isis?
No, I don't want to pick a favourite. They're all dazzling!
Iryna, thank you for your kind and warm welcome. I think I don't have a favourite either, but while creating them the nicest feeling was on Edges and Prolongations.
It's really nice to be among you Dark Angels.
You are most welcome here... In fact, you have undoubtedly been a Dark Angel!
A new cast of Angels is born...
this one came from the darkest place of the soul...
Splendid
Truly, Ruela... they have been discovered from the outer reaches of the universes... and they are beautiful! I can't stop looking at the dark lights they've created.
This will be wonderful!
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