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.

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

item #0066

re. your last message. your lies, it seems, are unlimited and my usage in them seems as boundless. quite obviously you are keen to focus your degraded logic, like a missile, upon my greater experience of the kind of life you say you wish to live. i say again: i do not believe you. you keep coming back, yet you will find no satisfaction in anything i say to your questions, and i will not answer them. after this message i will block you, and i will leave unopened all the other messages you send via your numerous fake profiles and proxy addresses. this really is a matter for authority, and if you push this further i will scream your house down. i will say this ... everything is otherwise, nothing is driven by any selfless majority or longing to prepare unconditional extensions from your supposed freewill. i may range too narrowly, and i know i am kept unclad in the animal confines of the exploited, but i equally know confidence is neither beloved nor useful. you are not fearless as you assume - neither are you feared. you simply have your three names. 

syri r

4 comments:

Ruela said...

"i will scream your house down"


lol! Great!

Robert said...

quite a rant

Coffee Messiah said...

There's a lot of this going around = Cheers!

murmurists said...

Thanks Ruela! x

@Robert & CM: prose only, my friends. No-one is 'after me' ... xx