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.

Friday, 27 May 2011

The lotus eater..

in my dream i travel to this wonderful new place..
 away from the protection and dull routine that makes my soul ill..
the irony,
what i desire
what blows my mind away
is as solid and unforgiving
as Death itself

Dont Eat the lotus...

5 comments:

Ruela said...

Love it! Beautiful video!

doriandra said...

precious.

manina31 said...

cuts my heart in two..

Anonymous said...

Maybe not again, but it did show you, right?

It was worth it...

...wasn't it...?

Was it?

...

manina31 said...

again and again..yes!always worth it