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 26 May 2011
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forgive us our petty vanities, our cruel dispositions, genocidal rages, ineffective assumptions, crushing poverty and paralytic helplessness.
forgive us our petty vanities, our cruel dispositions, genocidal rages, ineffective assumptions, crushing poverty and paralytic helplessness.
4 comments:
Oh hell...
I was going to say that ;)
Hell ya........
i love you two just too damn much.
Well, it's not like we can help it... but, forgive? Hmmm...
Who's gonna do that part?!
Uuaaah...I should prob'ly not drink and blog...
That is one horrendously fascinatin' image.
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