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.
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Excellent
Mersault
Thank you ;)
with the cutest Satanic dark look ever!
well done Ruela!
Splendid Ruela your are breaking all the glasses at my house
Splendid Ruela your are breaking all the glasses at my house
thank you Manina ;)
yes, it's true!
thank you CHM!
HAHAHAHA!
thank you CHM!
HAHAHAHA!
Neptune rising!
gotta love it
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