The distressing Mr. Flynt

[Paul Mackin]

Dang. Feel so left out of things. Have trouble sitting
through current movie fare. Can't wait for them to be
over. Have to confess that naked bodies mediated by
celluloid don't excite me. Glossy fashion ads are
a completely different matter. Saved the now priceless
initial underware offering by Bloomingdale's when it opened
in the DC area. Verbal pornography is superior. Sound is
ridiculous. Don't understand the market for those
900 numbers. Haven't thought though smell. Feel is
supreme.

Somebody please enlighten me.
 

				P.