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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Oh My!!!
Hope is nothing bad!
Bravo!
damn fine work.
reveals so many things .. CHM you are a great inspiration love you :)))
your best work here...
A thought we all have considered. Excellent work.
thanks, I took this pic last week and thought it would need an extra. Came out like this but I agree this time. This one is good...
Thanks so much for all your support, it is the D7 i have to take everyday that is contaminating...
Yep...
this is an erie creation...
the murk is chilling!
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