To Whomever it May Not Concern

Under penalty of nothing can we somehow form a something and get somewhere together without keeping boundaries between us that will only impede our progress towards a more or less equal partnership into which only ourselves no longer matter. Not a word of it. Not. A. Word. Speaking of which it's very quiet but that's not entirely true now is it? Surely someone must be listening, but from where. I couldn't find them this time. Maybe next. I could sit here sitting here all day long if I didn't want to be bothered. I don't. Who can say? I can't really. No, really. Ok, maybe. Possibly maybe? Probably not. What's not that smell? I sure wish it wasn't onions. It's not. Ever have one of those creepy uncles who touched you? Me either. We're lucky I guess, maybe not. Perhaps it's a life experience we're all missing out on. Is it worth it to know? I can't even tell anymore what's floating around in the void between my ears. They could have set us up the bomb and I'd be none the wiser. I wish I could sleep well, sleep well.