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.
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Friday, 22 July 2011
Saturday, 4 June 2011
I yoosta live in dat dump
"20 Cockroaches" (sung to the tune of "20 Eyes" by the Misfits)
20 cockroaches in my bed
20 cockroaches in my bed
They're all the same, they're not to blame
When you're seeing 20 roaches at a time
You just can't swat 'em all
When you see one you know there's a hundred more
Just behind the wall
Then all those roaches
Start falling in my sleeping face
Then all those roaches
It's an overload
20 cockroaches in my bed
20 cockroaches in my bed
20 cockroaches in my bed
20 cockroaches in my bed
20 cockroaches in my bed
They're all the same, they're not to blame
Sunday, 8 May 2011
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