Weepers over Heavy Times

It's

Alarming that my options are always shrinking, even just in relation to the time that passes.

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   Two-Bitch straddles a Dutch door an' hollas in at Siggy, "I'm a goin' git some fried crawfish, hon'! Yawn't any?!" She swings out on the door. "He-haw! Ride 'em --OH!" The hinges burst an' 2-Bitch falls flat on huh bulbous front. "Aww, shit!"
It's all dusky out, air littuhed with lightnin' flies. Siggy trots out to the pitiful scene. "Damn, Toob... I love you like Hell, but... you suck, cuz you so stupid like that!"
"Shut up, I know!" Toob rolls ova an' sighs.
 "Well, le's get dem crawf--" Sig starts to say, buhfore *Fart!* Toob lets a stink bomb loose.
"A'ight, I'm gone!" Sig hops off the porch an' shuffles away.
"He-haww-hee-haw!" Toob has no shame and less dignity. Sig's at the gate by the travel trail, Two-Bitch shouts, "Oo, gimme some hushy pups too!!"

                    The weepers loom over Siggy, as she strolls to Mr. Luther's Chow House. The dark times weigh heavy an' sneaky demon-wisps swoop 'tween the brambles over the path of raw earth. Indigo-violet tears plop outta Siggy's eye slits an' tumble along her rouged green face. On she marches full of regret an' misplaced heroism.

                   Toob crawls into the life-room and squirms under the Pit. Right away she's sopping like a pig if they sweated. She grabs an armful of coals orange an' hot as young stars. The rogue black whisper, that Toob hides under the back of her wig, keeps harm at bay. She's not as stupid as she lets on. She never planned to go to Luth's for craws tonight. There's a partic'lar heavy Deem comin' down on Poss Bore Hill soon... an' if 2-Bitch does right -er, wrong, rather- then all them Life-deporters are in for a rude s'prise.

                 "Hee-haww!" She swallows dem-orb after dem-orb till her deep rosy belly bulges with sinister gluttonous glee. "Shit's goin' down an' at las' lil Tooby's gone be up top!! Hawww."

                    Siggy gets real serious worry, when jus' as Luth's House pops in view, she sees the moon high an' glowin' a pale-blood color; stranger still it shimmers an' shakes like a fire bug trapped in a jam jar.