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.
Thursday, 22 September 2011
WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH THE PICS ON THE SIDE BAR?
ANYBODY KNOWS??????
4 comments:
yes I notice that also, what is happening
no idea.. stay tuned for the ghost in the machine to be revealed.
yes ;)
I deleted my album and forgot that this pictures were there.
I think now it's everything ok!
oh so you were the ghost! Fortunately
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