Wow. Let's summarize.
Doofy-Dust-Bowl-Boy can heal the sick by laying on hands. That means he is The One. (Every story has to have The One. I missed the memo announcing that as a required element of all fiction, which may explain my book royalties. The One is the new MacGuffin.) We know this because Psychic-Psychotic-Momma-In-A-Coma wakes up to tell him so, then immediately goes all vegetable again.
Trollops come in various ages, sizes, and marital statuses. Size Extra-Large, aging and married, favors wet t-shirts and a Lame Carnie in her bed. Size Large, daughter of Extra-Large, is lynched and currently experiencing a life with ghosts in the bush. Size small, also daughter of Extra-Large, switched to the other team and opted for a roll with an odd but intriguing looking Tarot card reader, who happens to be the daughter and conduit of Psychic-Coma-Momma. Odd-But-Intriguing-Looking-Daughter switched to the other team only to get even with the above mentioned Lame Carnie who was dallying with Extra-Large, Size-Small's mama, which wouldn't have happened to begin with if Extra-Large's hubby hadn't offered her (Extra-Large) to Lame Carnie so he wouldn't have to make the effort his own self.
Psychic-Coma-Momma is slowly going crazy because she claims to have been raped by a guy with a tree tattooed on his back and because, though she is in a coma, she can make numerous faces that uniformly emote constipation. Also, Psychic-Coma-Momma wanted Odd-But-Intriguing-Looking-Daughter to hook up with Doofy-Dust-Bowl-Boy-Who-Is-The-One, but Doofy-Dust-Bowl-Boy wants the middle-aged snake charmer — who, solely for descriptive purposes, I will refer to as Adrienne Barbeau — when he is not having his own nightmare visions of Tree-Tattoo-Guy or possibly Demon-Minister, who snaps necks with a mere thought and kisses his twisted, spinster sister who, in turn, serves as a cautionary example of what happens to your face when you go through life with pursed lips.
Demon-Minister himself has identical and synchronized nightmare visions about Doofy-Dust-Bowl-Boy. Then of course there are the nightmare visions of a guy who is something of a Jon Voight lookalike. Jon-Voight-Lookalike has some indeterminate and dangerous history with Blind-Guy-With-A-Predilection-For-Female-Facial-Hair. Blind-Guy-Et-Cetera speaks to — could it be? — Satan who lives behind a curtain in a trailer — I'm sorry, a prefab home — and wants to make of Doofy-Dust-Bowl-Boy his padawan in spite of, or maybe because of, the fact the Doofy-Dust-Bowl-Boy may be Jon-Voight-Lookalike's son.