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.
12 comments:
Yay, Ruela! YES!!! This is the way, step inside!
Better new directions than stagnating in obscurity. There is room for those who interpret and appreciate... there is room for those who question without feeling that they are outsiders in some obscure inner sanctum.
Questions, analysis and challenge are the essence of the process!!!
Big hugs and kudos to you, my friend!
Ditto!
Thank you very much Iryna!
Big Hug!
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Hugs, hugs and hugs!
We are re-energised! I raise my glass to toast you for your amazing energy and commitment!
While we understand that there is no special underlying point to our existence, so long as we exist there is a point!
Ooh! I'm 'so proud' of you!
i'm in
I do like this one best. it is the wittiest
I like colors that are not there
To the land of asides... follow Ruela to Dischage ∞
thank you my friend!
The road to nowhere = Cheers!
yes...
Cheers, Messiah!
Incidentally, Ruela, I have spent a day (a year? a lifetime?) holding up your sign on the high street. My version reads, "Distraction." The sign in my other hand reads, "I am a...".
However it was understood, it was only understood by a very, very few.
Regardless of those who were afraid to look me in the eye, there were a few glances that proved that something inside them was awakened.
It may only be a start but, any start is better than no start!
xoxo
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