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graymoreau-blog · 9 years ago
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Reddit Sketchdaily : Stonehenge
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graymoreau-blog · 9 years ago
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Existential Toilet By Gray Moreau
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graymoreau-blog · 9 years ago
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Pseudoscience
Love is preposterous physics An inextricable equation With volatile variables And yet the eager velocities Of our bodies accelerating Into an inevitable collision Should not disquiet you For love is fusion not fission The impact releases us Making our independent masses A singular and improbable light
By Gray Moreau
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graymoreau-blog · 9 years ago
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No. 2 or In The Heart  by Gray Moreau
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graymoreau-blog · 10 years ago
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Bring Me Your Masses by Gray Moreau
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graymoreau-blog · 10 years ago
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Where Are You by Gray Moreau
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graymoreau-blog · 10 years ago
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The Artists First Attempt by Gray Moreau
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graymoreau-blog · 10 years ago
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The Silence of Space
tired of orbiting but never colliding  
let us pretend then that we never love
for a fraction of a nanosecond  
even though we existed for each other  
for a millenia before we met  
and another thousand years  
after the implosion of our respective planets
close but soundless in the endless aether  
never knowing our other the other was mutating  
into something different something new and virgin  
a pristine planetoid waiting to be touched  
by a new species of unknown lovers
By Gray Moreau 
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graymoreau-blog · 10 years ago
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Mechanisms
hysterical prayers to an atheist’s god  
had murdered thoughts of regression  
and gave birth by c-section  
to a search for coping mechanisms
do not label as a young girl’s  
hedonistic search for sense of self  
staining her teeth fingers and purity  
just to affect a false sense of knowing  
if you could not smell the cypress  
over the decay the festering oozing pusing  
of your corporeal home  
you would understand  
groping in musty pleasure centers  
in deep recesses of metaphorical attics  
for some medicine ointment or balm  
to lubricate one day into the next
By Gray Moreau 
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