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.
14 comments:
I say you are a dream bearer disguise!
simply creamy
;~)
That's right. Don't forget the ears!
hahahahahahahaha!
Errr... those ARE you ears, aren't they?
I begin to think you have OCD for cleaning
yes they are Iryna!
Mersault
yes I have!
how do you notice that? ;)
who is the lucky one tacking the pics?
the cam ;)
still keepin it clean....
Ah, Mersault, I think we can read each other's minds! I was already beginning to suspect that the camera in the bathroom is a permanent fixture. He checks the photos immediately to make sure he hasn't missed a spot. They are his 'proof'. If he thinks he might have missed between the toes... it's straight back into the shower to start all over again!
jbkrost
:)
Iryna
yes...cam is always there, I'm working on something...
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