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how times many made promise selved

me will do utterly such no a good seen

held un away cast toward only forgets

sweet numbness be all my empty friend

sad urgent so the needing random muons

weep set sop underbearing red herring d’s

busy miffing amiss dare i alone terms riff

and when my searing rise soaring seeks be

comes whole mine gifts to light which push

front an outer now after future passed before




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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