His organs seemed out of sync after he had swallowed the pills. Slowly everything seemed out of sync.
He saw purple clouds part to reveal a glowing Jesus shaking hands with a sparkling Buddha. Cherubs flew hither, then thither, then whither knows where, making pointless loops in the process. Their four faces smiled and sung gospels like a boss; like bosses in fact. Their wheels welded to their weeding wines, their wings colliding colludingly, collusively, conclusively.
The sound of a heavenly organ blew his ears off, pipes took off like rockets pulling his legs. Pipes rocked loosing his arms - farewell. Ground shaking, heaven stirring, Universe bubbling. He felt his organ rise, his spirit likewise.
"These pills are everything they told me they would be," he thought.
Then his organs stopped working.