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ROOM 167


lost in reverie

head rest the head

/ tech table fascist smooth oak

postorgastic /

/ transfixed


grin \






\ fashion of force \ enforced


faculty brunch


3 official skeptics chow down

their debunking platters


admiringly up /

they gaze at rationale’s white apron

request disposal of the morning’s cherry pickings /

give him a big tip

jaws keep flapping…

after 1 hour

conclusion –

data noise


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About a. edward watkins

With the exception of 2 years study of western music theory and harmony- I am a self taught percussionist, writer and abstract painter. Not your drummer boy drummer - not your writerly writer nor the painterly painter. Creativity is an integral aspect of my existence - as it is for us all - in some form or another. My experiences in life have informed and shaped my world view profoundly. I am the disrupter - the never quite satisfied - the relentless creator of word, sound and image. I question the answers and question the questions.

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