It’s silly. To lie to one’s self. I try not to lie. To be
truthful. Put it this way. I sometimes pretend. Being someone I’m not. Knowing
I’m pretending. And usually, I do it for laughs. Like when I’m with my Italian
true love. I pretend being the late Italian movie star Marcello Mastroianni. Which is
funny. Because I look more like Boris Yeltsin.
I pretend, too. That I’m a superior being. And that Lake
Superior was named after me. Occasionally I dupe myself.
Into believing that I am superior. A superior pretender, that is. --Jim Broede
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