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.

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Charlie Brown High


Ruela said...

this is GREAT!

jbkrost said...

Cool... A what is the writing!
Hobo signature?

Anonymous said...


Thank you. It felt like I stumbled onto a treasure!

Anonymous said...


Thanks. Yeah, I reckon. Hoboes or local taggers from...Anaheim? It's on every train out there.

Heavy Metal Internet?!? ;-)

jbkrost said...


TICTAC said...

beautiful shots! really cool!

Anonymous said...


Great minds think alike! ;-)