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.Left leaving the beast yellow chucks

inso flavour scoop to suck again

rum muse out the tiller ivy parks close

turns a bandage space against shares slick chewoff


runvalley duck pick when few nights alone spring

fall knockbaby cheek not for more and let

sorry have you need to about now too

it’s dressed for misery or some Newgrowth.




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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