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.

Monday 18 April 2011

Digiting Solutions

5 comments:

Russell CJ Duffy said...

Is that the key to Ruela's heart or is that from A. Decker's chastity belt?

:)

jbkrost said...

it may be both!

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

Excellent

Oilsforfun said...

yes both and more....

Robert said...

witty :~{)