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better wipe your face & stop shakin

be damn glad we found you

don’t know where u at \ trip zone number four boy

across the unseen crucible line \ now u’ll have 2 decide 4 u

there are more traps laid as we go / see them

soon u’ll sense them from a metallic ring in the head

Nominalist wanted 2 make sure there were no loose ends

it happened 2 everybody convulsions

woke up feeling tired something taken

the sting never leaves of what was done all changed

over bloody night

& the disappeared are many a ubiquitous emptiness

at very least we get the last laugh starting over breathing nu free

an axis shift shook them bastards off falling endlessly

thru blonde in the belly rabbit holes

& spacetime distortions


copyright  2016








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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