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.
3 comments:
Ah they are giving us plenty of material to work with.
Ha! No wonder!
Wait! Wait! I just saw the Nietzsche quote. Aaaah...holy...
Yeah...
"All paid employments absorb and degrade the mind." -- Aristotle
(That top one still cracks me up)
;-)
;))
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