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.
4 comments:
you are inside Nera's dreams!
;)
Excellent!! you already know that ;)))
Wow they do build her decision up!
keep on dreaming
Hey...
thanks, yes, the dreams come and go, the only thing left is to dream a new one...
thanks
Ruela
Mersault
CHM
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