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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yes!
Ah! and now enlarged ihih. Finally learned how to enlarge pictures on blogger without pixelizing them. ^^
This one in here you also know Ruela. The image was digItaly painted over an angry photo of Lady Alexiel.
I haven't spent a lot of time in D7 yet, but I think I'm liking your aesthetic, Babalith. This one no exception.
Hi Decker.
I used to visit discharge now and then for some time now, many of you I already knew and have enjoyed your works, yours included.
Did you also participate on "Abismo Humano" magazine, or am I mistaken?
Lady looks good ;)
A. Decker no, Babalith, but could be invited ;)
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