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.
6 comments:
LOVE IT :)
hahah!i was going to say the same!!(^_^)
Love it!!
so sweet!
thanks guys and gals!!
glad you like!
Home sweet home. Thanks for the invitation JB- tea for two
hey!
tea sounds good but I'd rather a martini
M-for two
thanks
CHM
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