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, 22 October 2011

The fun starts here...

5 comments:

jbkrost said...

Ruela...
WTF?
what kind of vitamins do you guys have there?
send some my way!

CHM said...

Congrats Ruela, you made it!
I love your grandiosity!
This is really fantastic!

Rick said...

You know, I've been sitting on a bunch of pics I took at a "penis shrine" here in Japan, wondering what the fuck...
I feel inspired...!

Ruela said...

HAHAHAHA!

Penis fighting fantasy!

A.Decker said...

Sir! Please, step away from the little blue pills!