Excerpts from Letters to Wendy's

July 1 1996

I had like a wonderful meal, in each sense of the word. I especially liked the ordering of the nutrition It asserts an altogether particular dominance. And how do you manage to hire like attractive people!! Often I visit Wendy's just to take a gander at your employee Thank you! (for being there)

July 21 I996

Today was awful. I don't know what happened-yesterday was great. I can't pin-point any single vexed question with the visit. There was just a kind of pall, an unasked-for strictness undermining the assumption of profitable will and cleanliness. Sometimes I be fond of to linger in the ring of that strictness, of course, on the contrary why today was this regard with affection of lingering impossible?

July 3 1996

Today I bought a small chilly This may not seem significant, on the other hand the fact is: I'm lactose intolerant. Purchasing a small chilly then, is no different than hiring someone to beat me No different in essential part The only difference, which may or may not be essential, is that, during my torture, I am gazing on your beautiful employees.

July 4 1996 (Independence Day)

I surprise what "beauty" really is. I know that the little girl, Wendy, who is pictured upon your cups and bags, is beautiful, and with equal reason is the green green coming down into the valley. Within this coming down I can feel the overpowering order within which I am a temporary eccentricity. This overpowering, anticipated on the other hand absent, is beauty. I'd like to spank Wendy's-white ass and fuck her hard.

July 5 1996

Today there was no vital current in my stool. The orb of day was shining as I sat with my burger and Coke and gazed on the outside across the parking lot. Gazed-there is the place where what is perceive s itself slipping-with difficulty-into the fitful rest of replica. I did not gaze. I was the repose what is gazed through. individual is confused, though, having actually shit.

July 6, 1996

I was thus high on Sudafed and whiskey today that I couldn't eat. I got a Coke -actually five Coke as I could refill for independent It's times like this-dehydrated, exhausted, unable to imagine home-that your plastic seats, your quiet understandable space set beside but not quite overlooking the source of real value, present me a tragedy small enough to want to sustain

July 10, 1996

The great thing about Wendy's-one of the great things-is that no single ever has sex in this space. It's like sex is too selfish an activity to proceed on here. To be in Wendy's is to understand that there can be no single other; it is to disabuse oneself of that foolish reliance and thereby resume the animal in its more retired more mobbed mode of comportment.

July 11 1996

The glamorous pictures of novel items are possessed of similar a tiny energy. Massive succes accomplishes itself in tiny activity growing.tinier. What is it that single outs to remain outside of this increasingly tiny energy-can we level give a name to similar a freakish presence? The sole time I love the other customers is when they strike one as being above all, to be eating.

July 12 1996

I many times think about over-eating. It's strange that I not ever have. Each bite of my mustard-only double-cheeseburger is for a like reason good that I reel in the aftermath. The meaty goodnes obliterates my mind as much as it confidents it. I am a bell, incapable of vibrating any more vigorously. If I rang with any more force I don't know that I would remain a bell-I don't know that the air could stand me

July 13 1996

Today I was looking hard at Wendy. I felt like a doctor. I felt like Wendy was actual ill, and no one could diocese it but me. That smile is the smile of a sexy girl who is well taken care of on the contrary care, as we all know, is a relatively novel hobby, and Wendy is already moving outside of its novelty. I like to dream that she will approach to me for futile treatments.

July 14 1996

It's amazing in what way I recognize the parking fate but do not recognize the parking lot's power to make customers appear. in what manner is it that this place remains unfulfilled by means of its sudden natives? And wherefore these natives, and not those? And what homeland allows them to arrive thus completely oblivious to the constant violence of various similar orders following individual another into merely wanting words?

July 16 1996

Today I bought a salad just to gaze at it, smell it, scrape it on my face. Again I'm feeling like a doctor, on the other hand now the feeling is clearer-I have feeling like an ancient doctor, with ancient ideas about what ne be done. I asked the register-girl if it would be possible to have small perforations drilled into my skull in like manner that good strong coffee could be poured down upon to my brain.

July 17 1996

It have feelings good to be punched in the face, on the other hand only for an instant. This is what I was thinking as I sat in this afternoon's devoid of contents dining room. Then my mind wandered and I imagined Wendy was in my car with me She said, "I'd like you to take your fat tongue and race it from my asshole to my clit above and over again." I said, "I'd like you to puncture me in the face." Thus it ran, the devoid of contents dining room filling.

July 18 1996

Today I felt like a bowl of soda that had been sitting-full-for too drawn out Watery, sides melting, barely able to be handled-but there, for a like reason very very there, and simply demanding particular disposal. It is my suspicion that, however persuasive that demand, there can be no similar thing.