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, 9 February 2012

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4 comments:

Ruela said...

word!

;)

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

We all want you!

A.Decker said...

"The Buddha" is supposed to have said that desire - ie want - is the cause of all suffering. But I don't remember, did he go ahead and say that that's necessarily a bad thing?
I mean, didn't somebody else say that pain is a good sign, 'cause if it hurts then you're still alive?

I want to share a drink with you...


;-)

Ruela said...

thanx A.Decker...