VOLUME 7 TABLE OF CONTENTS THE SCRY CHANNEL Flipping through vacant channels you keep tripping across the scrambler, writhing with its bars of color and texture, that tries to encrypt a one-room adventure called Manny Does Gertie and Flo.   You wonder about the extra woman as she takes turns doing what the man can't do. Like whales assisting pleasure, men rarely consider the pleasure, but are pleased by the corporate trine, a man and two women.   There is always a gasping plea throughout for something stronger, bigger, much more tangible than sexual potpourri, torque and tension. Despite the same depressing room, asleep, they will dream about it till late in the afternoon.   Three people, always in the same room, teasing butt, torturing nipples, rocking hard back and forth to end the ache for sex and the videomatic urge to go after oneself with a gigantic, sonic-boom, vibrator.   It's a rip-off of the unscrambled version of the beast who never observes the beauty of itself, wiggling in mournful prayer, sprawling between slam rear-enders and a bouncing lap set, where it all has to jump cut and run out.   On the video there is only the relentless struggle to come, sweating and swearing with screams that tell the difficult story, like machines, unable to share the moment when mechanics with stoic looks, finally loosen and let fall their splashing oil pans. SCRY - gaze into a crystal ball or bowl of liquid, DESCRY.   ©Jimmy Warner Design, 2011