They're Their There

You said, "Tell me what you think of me and my (deleted to protect the guilty)?" Then you say, "I think you know me pretty well." And I smile inside and think, 'Ha. The fuck you said.' Then say something dumb like, "For a given value of a humans knowing themselves at all." Then I snapped at you for assumption, and wrote something confusing for the pixellated fold, but you at least understand the biting and dreamy bruxings, while they just shake their heads a lot and zip on by. Alterum non laedere, is the only hope we have in this thing we do. Bricolage means to tinker/fiddle. Diy meanings anyway.