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, 3 June 2011

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    3 comments:

    Anonymous said...

    Characters you've known and recall off the top of your head!(?)

    4 June 2011 at 23:43
    Rick said...

    Judging from where the links lead, looks like a challenge!

    6 June 2011 at 08:33
    Anonymous said...

    Imagine my chagrin. I didn't even realize they were links. Yeah, it's like a big in-house prompt. Cool...

    6 June 2011 at 17:20

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