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
5 comments:
Love it! Beautiful video!
precious.
cuts my heart in two..
Maybe not again, but it did show you, right?
It was worth it...
...wasn't it...?
Was it?
...
again and again..yes!always worth it
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