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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beautiful!
Thank you!
Haha! Thank you, Robert! I'm about to take the laptop outside to show my 4 mynah friends who sit around next to me on my back step. I'll explain the posting to them. Their names are Major, Maxi, Mini & Vermin. I know they'll be fascinated. They always are. 8]
Such pleasure and fitting you be attended by 4 birds!
Have you ever encountered common mynahs? They're the hooligans of all the introduced species in Australia... In other words, thank you: you're absolutely correct. I don't even know how they became attached to me years ago. I suppose it's because I philosophise with them and not at them.
In case you didn't get the botched gag, it's @
http://www.alienskinmusic.com/rb/harpy_prodeny.html
Haha! I botched it... completely. IYAM ILLITERATE!!!
You yar what you yar
and you are wise: one should never talk down to a mynah. nor a harpy, for that matter. clearly all 5 of you are intelligent and civilized :~O
Civilized! Major Mynha finds it amusing to swoop down on my head and yank my hair (actually a lot of animals and children want to grab it). In turn, he has been shocked to have me flick his bottom as he flies off.
You see, humour IS the most substantial thread running throughout the cosmic joke.
I regard those as perfectly civilized things to do ;~{)
Not when human children grab my hair. I'm always tempted to do it back to them and see how they like it. A good dose of 'do unto others'...
Beautiful :))
yes marvelous company; I have some birds to post here...
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