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.
7 comments:
Awesome message Ruela.
Love it Ruela:))
thank you my friends!
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Weird and wonderful!
Grandiose, the message and beyond
Bold aesthetics, brilliant point.
thank you all!
"That's one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind"
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