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.
7 comments:
fun-tastic Ruela!
Love it ALL
Very fine. Very witty :~∆
Are you publishing it on blurb.com or somewhere? I would buy it
Thank you both!
Not yet Robert...
Let me know
Great story...love it
This is quite a range of your work...
it's all really well done!!
Thank you Mersault and jb!
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