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.
10 comments:
HO HO ;)
HA HA !
;-)
Not sure that is what the good Captain meant but ....
If I "lick here" will this phantom "cross-over" into my plane and meet for a cup of joe?
well hello!!!its getting hot around here
C.J.,
I'm sure; or rather, not sure, and that's why... just riffin' ;-)
Ioannis,
If you get that to work, they will subpoena your hard-drive.
;-)
manina,
yer tellin' me!
JB,
We make do with what we got, right?
;-)
yeah, we make do!!
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