i just watched The Cell

Whether Julie knew it or not was but a moot point. Stephan had her trapped so intricately that any twitch that she made (let her smile! Let her cry!) would bring the silver ceiling down upon her and her blood would drip like winter rain.

writing original stuff means that i'm smart

Even though his mother slapped away his hands and his father clucked his tongue and told him that it only made his skin look worse, Bert couldn't help but pick at his pimples. He had come to a silent decision years ago when one day he had woken up with a voice that sounded like it belonged to a large black man (probably with the name of Lou or something like that), hair growing out of armpits and other strange places, and a sudden desire to masterbate all of the time, that he could scratch at his zits to his heart's content because of two reasons.

Reason number one was that it was very satisifying to do so. And reason number two was that his name was Bert for christsakes and the chances of him ever finding a girlfriend were none existent even if he had the best damn skin in the country.