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.
Sunday 17 April 2011
duhprissed-x
Further apologies to Phil Hale for (mis-?)appropriation of his excellent work on Johnny Badhair.
8 comments:
I love it
...Sweet Discharge
Mersault,
Ahh! Thank you, thank you.
VERY COOL!
yes
Yep...
its sweet discharge!
Ruela,
Obrigado, senhor!
CHM,
Yes, indeed. Thank you.
JB,
Thank you. It did the trick for me!
;-)
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