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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Welcome back Inc!
Hope for a long time ;)
we shall see - all depends on real life...
Too much reality out there, all teeth and claws, and ripping and rending...
Smashing the glass and stealing the sand away...
endless longing for what will never be again...
yes...I know...
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