The hidden costs of moving ‘Mom.’

Antihydrogen atoms.

Anhydrous.

Unfinished.

Closetrophic.

Close-win trophies.

Coda, Kousa, kudo, judo, cola, coastal.

Wooden, coulda, shooed, uh.

Duh.

Gallon bags of mint tin thin mint refills.

Swing lessons.

Swings lessen.

Decaying rhythms.

Decadent writhing.

Decades of cicadas declining demarked unmilitarised zones.

Petrified bones.

Frozen looks.

Withered books.

Shadows dancing without tunes.

Fish on hooks.

Ceramic chimes.

Weathered coins on ancient rhymes.

Reality TV wants to crown the crowd favourite.

Mass/mob rules have no rationality, just a flow.

Have a go at it.

Tap out the message, cut out the knots, fill with plugs.

Lose control, let the thoughts roll, fall off the rail.

Set sail on inflatable packaging.

Turn moon dust into glue.