The "Shits-A-Gator": Illustrates Place Name Selection from the Map.
I just finished up the videotape Terminator 3 starring Arnold Schwarzenegger before tuning in to "the Shits-A-Gator" in the weather pattern. This image illustrates how place names often seem to synchronize with weather images. Here the ghostly figure in profile in the Midwest is biting down on "Shattuck", Oklahoma. Meanwhile the white alligator falling out of the East Coast angel's rear as she steps on Cuba with a high-heeled shoe seems to bite Louisiana at "Ferriday" and "Vidalia". Perhaps this is to indicate that the boot of Louisiana has kicked her rear, but her tail bites back. After Terminator 3, which featured Judgment Day at The End of World, I started Sir Arthur "Conan" Doyle's Lost World, which features dinosaurs stomping around in the Amazon. I was about 45 minutes into it when the above vision was observed.

By this time American ladies are off to work with their dildoes packed safely back in their bags, but nothing can be hidden from the sight of the Almighty, who catches All. Rampant divorce (especially from fat, unattractive loudmouths who take a lot of sh..) may have increased dildo sales.
I can also detect handsome, but grimacing Montana-Saskatchewan Man with his grimace in North Dakota, wearing a penis-head like rainy-day cap and showing some bottom behind him in Alberta. It looks like the alligator is checking his "Chicot" ring finger! (I sense perhaps this image could form in my own mythic image because I have written to Alabama way more than I have written to Mississippi, as if I didn't have a hand in and really love both states very much.)

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"The Man in the Mac says you've got to get back,
Christ, they didn't even give us a chance!
Christ, you know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be..."
--- from The Ballad of John & Yoko.
(Audio with Complete Lyrics)

About 2:30 PM I decided to take a break on the East Side and after a cup of coffee drove home towards my apartment farther West before 4:00 PM. I observed a cloudy scene like something out of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, with a huge and well-defined Galileo- or Michelangelo-looking ghostly spirit laying on one side, showing the soles of both feet, a long beard, and long, flowing robes. He was reaching up with two fingers into an angel's bottom, into which his whole hand gradually vanished, as if he was administering a fisting. By the time I arrived at my apartment, a large rat had formed above the Michelangelo-like scene, gracefully gesturing like a priest with both paws palms up, and showing a pleased smile with well-defined teeth. I wondered if this apparition was in response to my "Shits-A-Gator" notes in the previous section, or if that was really the newsiest thing going on downtown. I had always avoided the whole-hand maneuver, suspecting that "fistula" medical problems might ensue. Also, I had the sneaking feeling it could force a gal to roost nastily on Maxi Pads until everything got back to normal, a foul way to loose weight. In males, it might cause urination problems associated with Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia under some circumstances. The graciously gesturing and smiling rat made fisting look more like a worthwhile and previously explored chapter of human experience, however, which he was prepared to vouchsafe to his earthly children with a hilarious vision. Perhaps I should say the vision was designed by the Almighty to give us pause. I had seen the cloudy hand of an old divine spirit reaching upwards into the soul of The Most High. However, some phobias about it remain. Perhaps fisting goes on more now because of the ready availability of inexpensive surgeon's latex gloves to shield the soul against nails and hangnails. Perhaps it has been useful in transformation applications and in conveying intense soulful pleasures.