watched the game at a bar next to a dude who had the twin towers, 9/11 version, tattooed on his calf. we would both die for our country of new york city. he’s from idaho.
"deriving pleasure from being attractive in the third person" is exactly how I felt in my experiences with men. In the clinical world, we call it dissociation.
Nope. "My Christian Dior" is already a volta after the first two lines; can't pre-empt it. And the unexpected rhyme is another volta--brings it home, just like the Knicks in the fourth quarter. That singsongy scheme of yours would ruin the whole effect.
We hereby offer Mr. Wembanyama tickets to our Sunday, June 7 screening of Bernardo Bertolucci's stunning five-and-a-half hour epic 1900 when he is in the city later this week on a work-related trip...