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.
8 comments:
wow delicious again:))
Great work TICTAC!
oh yes Tic tac this is immensely good
...my type of soup
Very cool!!
love the fish!
Beautiful and nicely done! Cheers!
:-) love the comments :-)
thank you everyone very much!!
Simply superb. Well done TICTAC.
thanks CJ..:-)
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