You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut
Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You
spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,
well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in
time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you
pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
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Friday, August 24, 2007
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Oh my gosh - how weird is that? Of course now I have the Platters singing the "Great Pretender" in my head. Thanks, hon.
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