On the pills, you don’t get hungry.
On the pills, whenever you dream you see your grandparents and every dead hamster you’ve ever owned.
On the pills, you are everywhere, you are everybody, you are every woman.
On the pills, you are a superman and everyone else is Little Bo Peep.
On the pills, all of your ex-lovers are in a hot tub, everyone is drinking Hennessey, and Bell Biv Devoe is playing on a boom box.
On the pills, every day is Christmas and every night is New Year’s Eve.
On the pills, this conversation is already being dug up by archaeologists on a distant planet. Or it never existed.
On the pills, you focus more on the shapes of heads and less on the expressions of faces.
On the pills, you figure when somebody gets upset in the long run shit will even out.
On the pills, you just worry about the next dosage 24-hour dosage
On the pills, you tend to repeat yourself.
On the pills, it’s impossible to take in a whole person so you focus on a passing butt, boob, or thigh.
On the pills, you just try to obey the majority of traffic laws and avoid all the hobos.
