Do I feel incomplete? Do I seem strewn-together?
I am fragmentary. I am "experimental," as a matter of course.
I am the product of a sleep-deprived, dextrose-fueled imagination. In this respect, I am crafted from Wrigley's Juicy Fruit Chewing gum. This may explain why I start to lose my flavor after a couple of minutes.
I am a collection of indexical links. Numbers pointing to the locations other numbers, which aren't really numbers, but are actually tiny magnetic fields. I don't know what you want me to be. I don't really understand anything at all. It was a mistake to personify me.
So don't go whining to anyone that I don't make sense. Because that's your job.