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.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Warning
"...there's iron in my heart
I was born without your favor
But my feelings were a little bit too strong
Just a little bit too strong."
4 comments:
Hell's Kitchen?
;)
Pretty much. Heh, heh...
;-)
yes..
Doriandra,
Thank you.
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