Be aware people, beta-keto-2C-B IS really FUCKING unstable. I tried plugging it the first time I got any, and it dimerized and was thusly rendered absolutely and utterly inactive. I forget the dose, but it dimerized and lost its activity before I could even get the syringe from the container of water I'd dropped it in to my arsehole.
I did however manage to do a very quick intravenous injection and it retained activity. Either there was sufficient material not yet having become the purple-colored dimer and sufficiently higher potency enough via the IV route to retain effects. Or I was simply fast enough, when taking the jab to grab and stab, register and slug it back before it had time.
I've got mixed feelings about the beta-ketone of 2C-B; that is, instability aside, as I'm fairly sure with the right chemical modifications a prodrug can be had. Something like its pthalimidoacetophenone, should crack open to release the drug in vivo, as pthalimidopropiophenone is active (prodrug for the corresponding amphetamine), and something like pthalimidoacetophenone might just give it (beta-C=O-2C-B that is) enough steric bulk to (hopefully) prevent the dimerization rxn taking place.
I could be wrong of course and barking up the wrong tree entirely, but my guess is even if it doesn't affect the formation of the dimer then it at the very least retain its activity. Who wants to take the plunge and make some? (or some otherwise related ring-substituted cathinone psychedelics and prepare prodrug forms thereof?) I cannot do so just now, 2C-D calleth, its been on my to try list for..well ever since I first bought and picked up my copies of PIHKAL and TIHKAL.
Anyone tried either aleph-1, aleph-5 or aleph-7 ? Or for that matter their beta-keto derivatives? the first three again have been, along with 2C-D, right at the very top of my bioassay list.
2C-D nitrostyrene btw is SOOOOO purrty. Pale, glistering thin flakey platelike crystalline material, presumably the yellow is due to the nitro group acting as a chromophore. Impure, it begins life as that yellow substance, yet with the most vividly day-glow
pumpkin-orange byproduct in (as long as the person responsible for its pre- and during-birth antenatal care is, of course, of sufficient skill to conduct the rxn in such a way that there is little impurities present) what looks for all the world like a sunset- and sunrise-color mixed nuclear fireball orange
halo around it, in fine, almost acicular orange microcrystals, almost needlelike, although this is removable by alcohol and ice-cold water washes prior to its being rextylized. Looks gorgeous when thats been done though and that pumpkin-colored trace of
byproduct stripped off.
LMAO ordinarymind. And sham, both your recollections of sinus-sodomy remind me a lot of my experience with parika. Stuff burns like you wouldn't fucking believe. INSTANTLY had me legging it to the bog at my place, dropping like a stone because I couldn't breathe, and crawling to the actual shitter, barfing and snorking the parika back out of my sinuses as far as was possible to do so, dribbling dark red and lurid colored mucus out of all my facial holes, bar the ears. And those being spared, came as
somewhat of a surprise! Thought yopo stung like a bugger until the effects kick in? You aren't wrong, but it sure as shit doesn't even come within a tectonic plate or three of parika.
Stupid fucking vendor had advertised it as the resin, which is what the natives use. And then they SENT me the godsdamned bark itself, and when I bitched them out over email about it, they tried to fucking excuse themselves with some bullshit about preparations and legality. Twunts. If they SOLD the bark and not the resin that oozed from the tree when harvested, then they should not be claiming, that it is the trees resin. They should have been LISTING that product as powdered tree bark and not something that it was most certainly, not. To say I was displeased does not even begin to approach the levels of fury I felt towards them at the time. I'll give 'em parika, stuffed into a sock full of dog muck and rocks, and slap it round the bastards faces. Someone really needs to invent, for just that kind of occasion, a computer screen, mandatory for online vendors of such products which enables the purchaser to reach their arms through the screen and throttle someone
And whats more, I'd still have purchased the stuff if it had been advertised as red parika bark powder and not resin, but I'd have done an extraction and rendered it to a vaporisable/smokable product, and got the 5-MeO-DMT content out of it., not bloody hoovered it up me schnozzle and been left in searing pain, yarking up and snorking at the same time. That shit was terrible in the form it was sold in. Its not asking much to label products as the thing that they truly are, if someone has products to name and sell. Especially selling, when its other people that have to pick up the bill in terms of effects on those same people.
How is the bodyload with 2C-D? And reckon that 30-40mg up the keester would be enough and not too much for someone to go out for a long, solo trek through a favourite forest. With of course his pick-a-nick bag, backpack stuffed full of chompables, soft drinks and cold beers? plus of course his trusty natural fabric, breathable yet very, very strong collecting bag, therein of course, to place the mushrooms he hopes I'll mightily enjoy, once my weary feet return him home, And frazzle them up nicely sauteed in salty, proper butter, none of that spreadable bollocks, but
proper, tasty salty butter, along with another pan full of frying sausages, eggs and bacon, nuke some heinz beans in the microwave, mix same with worcestershire sauce, dark soy sauce, 'devils brown sauce' of if I can't find that then daddie's sauce, some of the tabasco habanero variety
sauce, and a pinch or two each of black pepper, peppery boletus and some of my pre-prepared and cured fly agaric powder. Well not pre-powdered but the kitchen spice grinder takes care of that nice and quick. The fly agaric powder being reserved specifically for the sausagess, added just before they are ready to be taken out of the pan, and MAYBE on the eggsssesessis.
Of course he'd bring another 150mg or so, not with the intent of using that much but so as to have whatever quantity is requisite should a booster be desired.
Damn just entertaining the mental picture of that meal is making me hungry, hungry, HUNGRY, and I've only just eaten a chili con carne* with rice and a pot noodle.
*not to be confused with the one attempted likewise, yet accidentally putting the thing in the MW (the accidental bit follows) and dialling in the time setting for twenty times the damn duration it was meant to go in.
That was not a chili con carne. It was a chili con carnAGE. Thing came out as a solid block of carbon, with just a few dying grains of rice attempting to escape. Not to mention the inside of the MW smells acrid and is brown in color, plus I had to reset the fire alarm, which went off. Smoke EVERYWHERE, couldn't go in the kitchen at all without a mask, but found out the fucking rubber was perished on the straps, probably from its being exposed to acidic vapors of various kinds. filled the lounge with smoke through a closed door enough to set the fire alarm off, which woke me. Since I now need to buy a new gas mask I had to hold my breath, grab the oven glove, come back for air into another room, then rush back, grab the offending chili con carnage and stick it in the outside bin, or rather, throw away whats LEFT of it.
Stinks to high heaven too, noxious acrid frazzled to a crisp chili, meat and rice, burnt to a block of pretty structurally tough carbon foam.
