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, 7 July 2011

soy gitano

Occi
Dental
Tötet der Zahn dieser Zeit
Quillt der
Aus
Satz
Aus der Wunde dieser Seite
Tod
Os poetas
Son
Gitanos, abejas
Del
Invierno

APTC marran Mythical Compositions 303
http://mythicalcompositions.blogspot.com/



Kontrast Gamma von Todeskino

"Self alteration, not self expression..." John Cage
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