Duvantin

I'm writing from a library computer because I got kicked out of the halfway house.

I saw the body snatchers the other day. They came into the Duvantin den where I hang out and pulled out a few Duvie stiffs. They almost took me with them because they thought I was dead. I was just out of it. It smelled bad but I felt too good to care. It's only now that I realize it stank. The joys of exceeding the recommended dose of Duvantin! Bad smells good, bad tastes good, bad looks good, bad feels good and bad sounds good.

I wonder what the dead Duvies will become? Soap? Cattle feed? Fertilizer?