He held me like a dying breath. I kissed him as he loaded his Carbine Rifle. "Semper fi?" he cried. I whispered back, "Yes papi..."

Jeff Goldblum went into the teleportation machine with an apple in his pocket. Cronenberg would be proud.

Must I die without her by my side? Let me hold her as I leave for the 'ever after'. One last cigarette. My soul burned. It burned for her.

Me and the boys rolling into the club looking fly as hell (extremely detailed)

Sleepy black cat enjoying some music indoors on a hot summer day. Nothing else to see here. Keep it moving.

A naked man sells a goldfish to another naked man in a bathroom stall. A yellow onlooker peers over the stall door at all the action.

Her Majesty!

In that waning second, that ever fleeting moment where the phosphorescent shine of her long brown hair met these tired eyes, I was in love.

Billy was robbing the bank again. This surprised Melissa who simply wanted Billy to go back to the camper. Billy objected to this notion.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by... and it was all green and shit like... twisted up and stuff. Ya know?

In the morning, I could be alone. I'd sit beside my plastic ferns sipping the queens tea. Oh to live as such. I was young, the tea was warm.

He thrice reached for a renewed sense of belonging, for his lonesome world had tossed him blindly asunder without caution. Without cause.