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
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them ask utter and mad be keen sort third apparent
i need no grounds squard for last forwith
intimation that delight he Stabs
aewatkins(c)2021
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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.
A.EDWARD WATKINS 