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.
3 comments:
Like it!
Love it
Thank you, JD! I've had such difficulty in convincing 'people' that Lafayette offers everything... EVERYTHING!
Do 'Discount Funerals: Freshly Killed on Spot' still exist there?
If so, send on my best. I used to be one of their regulars.
Post a Comment