Comments to 2.02.06

Nick Gunzburg said...

To the Window through which I Gaze,

On this chilly winters night I stand in shadows peering hopefully through the lens of my scope. Its aim stays locked on the light that you allow to pass through yourself, for within lies the dancing shadows of busy hands near a blue illumination. M S N Seven Point Zero. With a twist, the text becomes clear, and I focus on the name in which I desire, engraved into memory, and later from a pen into skin, and then in a digital form. Nervous and guilty, I send the greeting which can only receive a thousand questions. Lies follow, a thousand lies for a thousand questions. A false future, transparent only to you who is transparent. Can you ever forgive me?

From behind a shaking fabric
- The Distant Shadow

Anonymous said...

Dear Mr. Coffee,

As if the hour in which I appear to you were not horrible enough now you seem to feel the need to torture me. I don't understand why you make extra comments to me... I'm no better than anyone else, so why the extra attention? Today you spent most of your time hovering behind me making me nervous, very nervous. I don't know weather you hate me or think I might have "potential" but either way your methods are begining to freak me out.

Hoping you'll take a few steps to the right,
- The Shakey Handed Painter

TrixieBelden said...

Dear Dancing Fool,

Wasn't this much more fun than last time? I have never seen such eloquent movements to Britany Spears music, and the way you created magic with No Scrubs...I don't know if you will ever remember the dance-a-thon of 2006, but I think we'll all remember your submissive tendancies.

Enchantingly yours,
- Fucked-up girl

P.S. - Your friends Ice Sucker and Really Really Fucked-up guy are cool too.