200814 | D O N A L D R O L L E R W I L S O N . C O M | D O N A L D R O L L E R W I L S O N . C O M

BEVERLY...(WITH THE HOLY VIRGIN HAVING MISTAKEN BEVERLY’S BIG UPPER LIP AS A LANDING STRIP)... SEEN HERE JUST PRIOR TO A CONJUNCTION OF TWO CONFLICTING AND EXPLOSIVE MOMENTS... ONE OCCURRING WITHIN, AND THE OTHER WITHOUT... (ONE IN BEVERLY’S BOTTOM, AND THE OTHER BEHIND)... AND WITH LITTLE MORT BECOMING ALARMED THE NORMALLY EFFECTIVE BREEZE GENERATED FROM HIS PROPELLER-TOPPED YARMULKE WOULD NOT BE SUFFICIENT TO DIMINISH THE HEAT... (IT WAS GOING TO BE INCENDIARY... IT WAS INEVITABLE)... WITH BEVERLY ON THE VERY EDGE OF BECOMING HER OTHER SELF - MRS. ROGERS...BECOMING MISALIGNED IN HER MIND...SUFFERING FROM SHORTED-OUT BRAINWAVES... CONFLICTED BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY ARRIVING MESSAGES...BEING SENT TO HER FROM TWO BIG DADDIES, EVEN IF BOTH DADDIES ONLY IMAGINED... THE ONE WHOM HER HALF-SISTER KATHLEEN HAD TOLD HER WAS GOD... (LIVING IN THE TOP OF THE CASTLE ON THE NUT FARM IN ARKANSAS, WHERE BEVERLY NORMALLY SPENT HER DAYS) ... AND THE OTHER LIVING SOMEPLACE IN A RECENTLY CONSTRUCTED CASTLE, OF SORTS, IN GEORGIA... (WITH BOTH LOCATIONS BEING STATES OF MIND, TO BOOT)... AND THE FLORA AND THE FAUNA WERE HOPELESSLY MIXED... (AND IT WAS ALL GETTING READY TO BLOW)...