walking.... "I stopped by the corner today...." "what are names?" "what families name?" "Walter, will you stop?" "I m just pent up, like I m in a cage, you don't know me...." "yes I do, Yes I do." "I, no you don't youre youre stupid and blonde...." +Walter+ yes I do. non finite measurements can mean nothing, a dream of vision can mean nothing still. a critique walter. I was walking the otherday, and I saw this man, by the corner. Walter. he was sipping water out of a paper cup. I thought I knew him. He was wearing this white coat, at the very least he stood proud and unrecognizable. no one passed by as wispers stirred in the air, the dusty blonde air, as a red glimpse of chaos, one immediately thinks of the rocks decaying, but this is not Sheldon, this is Walter. I saw him. What did I see? did I see his coat...bought from the salvation army, did I see his eyes as the late nites at the shelter wasted away his reality did I see his who was this? Walter, the beautiful YOU know. If you connect a few finite state machines together (like ummmmmmm those candy machines) and you measure them, they make a chaotic non linear signal. much like a peripheral conversation. candy machines are not supercomputers. they do cost less though. SO I looked in this window on the corner right by Walter. I saw this white lacy dress, and I realised that certain places remark others and that one experiences different people as valueless. I need a pillow. a new velvet pillow every month. I talked to walter today. I talked to him and asked him if he needed anything.... he said he was still ache-ing from the war. he thought he might need medicine. What is a screen play if nothing but words. what are words without images and images with bad words? what is beauty without thought and thought without money? someone described to me once or perhaps it was myself being grandiloquent . within everythought should be definition. within everydefinition should be a new experience and that words like worth and value and exchange can be synonymous to those like disparity, desolation, difference. make your own decision. and if that is to define, than perhaps that is the best decision for now. I cannot tell you, neither Walter, who the right person is, what is the right decision and what will make the best help. suddenly, suddenly...Walter became full of knowledge, full of experience, full of definition and abstract nongraspable, implicit thought is neither brilliant nor accessible. Walter, that man is not intangible, although it seems that way sometimes Walter, would you like a cup of coffee Walter would you like to tell me something.... Walter..... why am I robbing you? ---------------------------------- there is not a free copy of 'letters to estelle' anymore on this site here is a copy in dtp: * but if you don't have dtp or whatever you just want a hard copy made out of all recycled materials just contact me on my myspace page. hard copy = $10.00 .