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.

Saturday 28 May 2011

Le sexe cérébral

an old sexfilm by
T.C. recently rediscovered
meticulously restorated by the
luminous bros.
for all of you ready
to get their minds blown
without withdrawal or nasty
hangover side effects
like caused by drugs
or e-motional confusion
unleashed by erotic involvement
just an artistic machinery a
machine fuck and
paratactic kick in the ass of
the gnostic demiurgos

3 comments:

manina31 said...

Mother Earth gives and takes it away..point taken,no more sex today

Ruela said...

no more sex for you!

manina31 said...

yeP for me Ruela..
you go on have some more ,after all it IS Saturday! ;P