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:
No kidding! She's our 10 favourite female news anchors in the Antipodes!
Damned, but she's cute! I do think that, after 60 years, she should find herself a new stylist.
Looks very young!
Iryna, if it ain't broke, don't break it ;~)
Dolls are my fetish, I love this one
strictly insane hair
Is that what I've been doing wrong for so many years? I always thought that if it ain't broke it ought to be dismantled just to see how it works.
It is my misfortune that I'm not terribly good at putting Humpty Dumpty back together again.
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