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.
Showing posts with label pussy. Show all posts
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Monday, 25 July 2011

the pussy flower

in times where the ghost of a new fascism is haunting europe and the western civilisation as predicted by tc long ago...

"we all come from the pussy"
(Don Cherry to Lou Reed)

"music is the healing force of the universe"
(Albert Ayler)

"consequently my answer to the solution of the world's many problems is more jazz"
(Lester Bowie, Art Ensemble of Chicago)


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