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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It is an orc (search for the green and you may find a face) screaming colors, red is from hate and its passion, the blue is for the dreams it makes him dream. The picture is of low quality, also too dark and kind of abstract I guess, but try clicking on it and it gets a bit better ^^
I see the face, and I get the fury. Yeah...
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