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.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Alter Ego...

9 comments:

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

Really rather good.

manina31 said...

MIzz SimpleTon..thats me

Mersault said...

Love your alter ego..nice :))

manina31 said...

thank you :*

jbkrost said...

She's a sassy one!

A.Decker said...

Good show Manina! Thanks for letting her out. ;-)

Ruela said...

Hot!

;)

Rick said...

Nice!

manina31 said...

night nurse...