I used to talk to myself, but I always said the wrong thing. The quarterback is a Puritan, so he farts by blowing into his elbow. My slogan "Takes the Hair Off Your Teeth" was deemed inappropriate for our new Acid Lime Drink, since the 9-year-olds we were aiming at wouldn't have reached puberty yet.
The kind of audience that responds to "buck" instead of "dollars." We honky-tonked the abortion clinic bomber. To alleviate hunger and depression, we planted apples in their eyes. It was so visceral it made us all sentimental.
We introduced him as a "slave work hero," but then we realized those words could have gone in any order. We built a badly-designed and nail-gunned-together McMansion in a flood plain, so fork over the money, because we are a national disaster. Scientists Make Paralyzed Rat Walk Again After Injury. I'm not putting my foot in my mouth; I'm doing yoga. Coach told us to try to get into space.
Mark Cunningham has three books out: 80 Beetles from Otoliths, Body Language from Tarpaulin Sky, and 71 Leaves, an e-book from BlazeVox.