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 Let it circulate time gets quite hot leave those

flat on the living surface for carbon to act upon

spite in was force theirs opaque to apply

saint so low dungeye press hid ears go jet

scour get hardly who talks the grease the glee


them ask utter and mad be keen sort third apparent

i need no grounds squard for last forwith

intimation that delight he Stabs




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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