Cut your losses.
Cut through the tape.
Cut the pages of the magazine and tape together a new dream.
Cut your hair and your skirt until it rests just so.
Cut to the chase.
Cut to your favorite part.
Cut a rug on a Friday night.
Cut the crap and the lies and the old tape that plays in your head.
Cut back the herbs so that more will grow.
Cut scene, cut scene. That’s a wrap.
Cut out and make your own adventure.