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.

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Yo Yo Stuff

11 comments:

Ruela said...

HO HO ;)

A.Decker said...

HA HA !

;-)

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

Not sure that is what the good Captain meant but ....

Ioannis Passalis said...

If I "lick here" will this phantom "cross-over" into my plane and meet for a cup of joe?

manina31 said...

well hello!!!its getting hot around here

A.Decker said...

C.J.,

I'm sure; or rather, not sure, and that's why... just riffin' ;-)

A.Decker said...

Ioannis,

If you get that to work, they will subpoena your hard-drive.

;-)

A.Decker said...

manina,

yer tellin' me!

jbkrost said...

don't ya hate that!

A.Decker said...

JB,

We make do with what we got, right?

;-)

jbkrost said...

yeah, we make do!!