☮ Social ☮ PD Social Thread: N-Dimensional Funhouse of Possibilities

[herbavore]

lsd is a fucking fantastic drug, holy goddamn shit. Definitely the most recreational of all the psychadelics I've done, too.

It's weird, you think about how it's illegal when you're on it and just laugh and think, it's a crime that this ISN'T legal.

(Someone once asked me if I could name a favorite teacher from high school and without even thinking I blurted out,"LSD!")

 

[toastmann]

What phenethylamime/mescaline derative would be closest to mescaline?
-Allylescaline
-proscaline
-escaline?


Thanks in advance

 

[pharmakos]

i wish 4-thiomescaline would hit the market

DOSAGE: 20 - 40 mg.

DURATION: 10 - 15 h.

QUANTITATIVE COMMENTS: (with 25 mg) I was first aware of any effects as I was sitting in back of the house on a big fluffy pillow. The sun was warm and the grass tall and green, but I felt strange inside. There was distinct uterine cramping, and I could not find a comfortable position for sitting. The others had gone out to the garden leaving me here. It seemed that walking might relieve the physical discomfort, so I went to find them. Walking was easy, but I was a little light-headed and I had to watch my steps with care. They were not there (we had passed on opposite sides of the house) and I returned in some haste to my warm nest behind the house to find my pillow gone. A strange detail, but it perhaps gave me the flavor for my day. The pillow was for me. It was gone. My place was gone. Therefore I am gone. I am dead and yet I can see and think. The small touch of panic at finding myself dead dispelled any internal concerns and I ran inside to find the others; they had brought my pillow in. I was alive again, but the entire day balanced between the alive unreality and the illusion that I was something removed and merely watching the surrounding alive unreality. Everything that happened was completely unlikely.

Like the soup scene. We decided that some hot soup would be welcome, and so R. brought out three cans of Campbell soup for the three of us. But one was cream mushroom, one asparagus, and one tomato. The discussion as to how to use two cans only, which two, without mixing, and even how to decide to decide was totally beyond any of us. The situation was hopelessly unresolvable, hilariously funny, and distinctly schizophrenic.

Or like the kite scene. We were returning from a short walk to the back of the property, and I spotted a red thing in the parking area. It had not been there before. None of us could identify it from this distance, and we speculated wildly as to what it was, as we came closer. And at the last approach, we found that there was loose string everywhere about the driveway, all part of a downed kite. The red object had apparently fallen from the sky, right here in front of the garage. There had been no sounds of voices of kite-flyers, and there was no one to be seen in any direction. And then one of us spotted a sheet of paper, torn to the center where there was a small hole, and it was flattened up against the kite. There was a message. Apparently whoever had been flying it had put a message on the string, and let the wind take it up to the kite itself. I reached for the sheet of paper, and removed it. Nothing on either side. The message was that there was no message. Exactly out of Marshall McLuhan. Completely appropriate for this particular day.

That evening we were to be picked up by my friends for dinner. Choosing what to wear, how to dress myself, how to adjust my persona to fit other people, all this was chaotic. Somehow the dinner succeeded, but I was able to flip in and out of the immediate company easily, but not completely voluntarily. Sleep was com-fortable that night, and I feel that the entire day had been very intense, not too much fun, but somehow quite rewarding.

(with 30 mg) At the one and a half hour point, I was reminded more than anything of LSD, with a distinct feeling of standing just a few feet to the right of ordinary reality. There has been a mild tremor ever since the first effects were evident, but it doesn't bother me except to make my handwriting uncertain. I would not want to double this level. Suddenly the concept of my 5:30's swept over me. I had a penetrating view of myself as a person who had become invested in a pattern of behavior that I had succumbed to, to come home and complete my day with a transition from the work-world to the home-world, by changing the inside clock at 5:30. My wife had been my 5:30 for nearly 30 years and this had been my tacit agreement with her. Never questioned, never challenged, and certainly never violated. And with her death, I have found myself imposing this same 5:30-ness on myself, as some form of an emasculating pattern that is comfortable and stable. No, it is not comfortable, it is simply the course of the least thought and the least disruption. If I were to meet someone else, would I have such a negative image of myself that I would expect her to become my 5:30 so as not to have to disrupt these tired and comfortable patterns? That would be completely unfair to this other person. And I can see where it is completely destructive to me. No new person should ever have to play my wife's old role. I need never again play my old role. And I won't.

(with 30 mg) At 2:20 PM I ingested 30 mg of TM. It had a mildly alkaloid taste. Since the afternoon was warm, I took a two mile walk with the dog, and with my two companions K.T. and T.T., both also with 30 mg. We talked without any difficulty even after the onset of the first signs of effect. The major emotional and physical effects came on very gradually and quite pleasantly as we sat in the patio. But soon we all grew chilled, and put on more clothing. Nothing really helped the inward chill, and we were to discover that it stayed with us throughout the ex-perience. At 3:30 we went inside where the room temperature was set at 70 degrees, and we all lay down. I launched into an engrossing, somewhat chaotic and erotic reverie, that followed no linear progression, but which lasted perhaps an hour. The ease of talking surprised me; the content was cogent and I felt myself to be articulate. It dawned on me after about two hours had gone by, that the height of the experiment had already passed without any real exhilaration on my part. But my companions suggested that my expectations from the past had been misleading me and, as time went on, they proved to be correct. The clarity and the continued ability to talk, especially with K.T. on a personally difficult topic, were for me the particular genius of this material. When I went inward, which I could do without effort, the sensations were neutral in affect but restful in some way. But coming out was entirely lucid and pleasant. I soon found that I preferred this. I enjoyed a light supper at 8:30 and found the dropoff gentle, and the conversation most amiable until we separated at 1:00 AM. Sleep did not come until 3:00 AM and then only after 10 mg Librium to quell the active mental processes. The next day I awoke around 8:30 AM feeling languid but cheerful.

(with 40 mg) For quite a while there was some physical concern. Not actual nausea but a generalized uneasiness, with a distinct body tremor. There was little urine produced (500 mL in 18 hours), and I felt the need to search out fluids. There was mild intestinal cramping. I found that my thoughts were able to go in several directions at once, but since they stayed nowhere long enough to structure anything, this was more annoying than constructive. I saw this as a reality shell about me like a Möbius strip, continuous, yet with no consistent side being presented. I was reminded of a similar place with DOB, some few years ago. While lying down with eyes closed, I found the imagery to be very impressive, but my thought processes were quite convoluted and disjointed. Some were most interesting, and some were ugly. I cannot see this as a party drug.

EXTENSIONS AND COMMENTARY: The dosage range has been broadened to include the 20 milligram level, in that several subjects found that even with that small amount there was difficulty in walking and in keeping one's equilibrium. Walking was described as a floating procedure, and one could tilt to one side or the other if care was not taken. Anorexia was occasionally noted, and most people commented on some degree of anesthesia to touch.

All in all, this drug evoked a mixed bag of responses. The most startling and unexpected property was the dramatic increase in potency over the parent prototype, mescaline. The substitution of a sulfur atom for an oxygen atom increased the power of the drug some ten-fold, without any apparent decrease in complexity of action. As there were many materials that were outgrowths of mescaline with the studies of ethyl this and diethyl that, each and all of these would be interesting candidates for synthesis with this or that oxygen atom replaced with sulfur. Most of these have been made, and many of them have proven to be interesting.

a simple one atom difference increased potency by ten fold

 

[Thanatos]

I wonder if the triflouromethyl analog has ever been synthed and bioassayed?

 

[Xorkoth]

Thanatos! What's up man?

Its OFFICIAL!!!!

MDMA and MXE play well together!!!!!!

Sho nuff! Such a great combo, my favorite MDMA combo to date, it's perfect honestly. And not much is needed (70-80mg has been fine both times), so no comedown either.

(Someone once asked me if I could name a favorite teacher from high school and without even thinking I blurted out,"LSD!")

Hey herbavore. Nice to see you post in here. PD Social is my favorite place on the Internet.

So I had a really good time yesterday and today, hanging out at my lady friend's farm she's staying at. Made some new camping/hiking friends too. I'm wishing she wasn't leaving in 3 days. Right now she's sleeping upstairs with my kitty on her, I'm just up because I got super hungry and had to make some food.

 

[samadhi_smiles]

xorkoth

 

[SONN]

guys you have to try going to a show with 100,000 watt speaker system or more while tripping/rolling/on mxe, seriously. If you have the chance to make it to one of those shows take it, the experience I had two days ago at 150,000 watts will forever be invaluable to me.

I wrote a trip report about my experience you can read it here

Nice to see that SS is back from permaban, not that I knew ya before but everyone here speaks very highly of you



that should give you a good idea of what it was like but I can never show what 150,000 watts of speakers feels like through the internet unfortunately :/

 

[Tralen]

That video is so sick. I saw Zeds Dead at a festival last year and it was awesome, but that just looks mind blowing!

 

[Xorkoth]

xorkoth

Awesome tripping/rolling with you man. So weird that my MXE seemed to disappear and there was EXACTLY enough left for all of us to be satisfied. Good thing we can get more.

Really it was very weird... I had most of a gram and when I opened it up at least half the gram was missing. And the MXE was like twice as strong as usual, 25mg had me really MXE'd and Delsyd took 30mg and felt the same, usually he takes a lot more than that. The 25mg for me felt like 25mg + 25mg an hour later. I only had like 40mg all night. It was like my MXE condensed or something.

 

[xammy]

LSD + MXE = beautiful chaos

gonna give a try for mdma mxe combo sometime but I think I'm not gonna roll until next year. In what order are they good to take?

 

[Xorkoth]

I have only tried it with MXE first and it's perfect. Take a normal dose of MXE (not going for a hole or anything, just a nice solid dose you can enjoy with others) and then take a low dose of MDMA, for me 70-80mg is perfect. It's pure bliss.

I met such cool people this weekend at the farm... made some new friends. I also jammed with some really gifted guitar players (on hand drums), which was awesome. Tonight I'm going to go jam with my band (weird to think of it as my band but I guess it is since I'm in it now), so excited for that. Jam plus chill of course.

Also my cat is doing so much better... he has a feeding tube in and he still hasn't pooped or eaten on his own but last time I saw him he was barely responding and breathing heavily from the pain even with painkillers... today he saw me and threw himself down, rolled around, and nuzzled me constantly while trying to purr (but all that came out was a weird croak because of the tube). He's back to himself. The vet said tomorrow I will bring him home regardless and if he's not eating I will be feeding him through a tube.

Good things.

 

[SONN]

I was so spun today I thought my car got towed, turned out I just parked it in a spot I didn't remember. Don't do pure alprazolam powder kids, you won't be able to remember anything. That trip report was the first one i've written since I joined this site. I definitely gotta write more, eventually I want to have a lot of them to look back on

I've taken hydergine the past three days and If I didn't I probably would have been 30x more spun. I also ate 30 chicken wings last night which have a decent amount of 5-htp in them. I don't feel very drained from the concert other than the fact that I've had songs from it stuck in my head and memories keep coming back and make me react somewhat dramatically. It's still so indescribably good. I'm certainly going to another show in my life that is at that wattage level or higher, and I'm certainly going to be on more drugs.

Did about 4 hours of painting earlier, this thing's gonna be gnarly when its done. sipping a beer now after just taking a dab and eating a cookie. life is good

no blue monday for me

 

[Xorkoth]

I was so spun today I thought my car got towed, turned out I just parked it in a spot I didn't remember. Don't do pure alprazolam powder kids, you won't be able to remember anything. That trip report was the first one i've written since I joined this site. I definitely gotta write more, eventually I want to have a lot of them to look back on

That's half the reason I write reports, so I can re-read them much later and partially relive the experiences. Otherwise they fade over time. The more personal details, the better.

About to go jam... I just made a delicious tomato/pepper/cream sauce, gonna mix with some leftover rice I have and bring it over. Making food for people is the best.

 

[Yeetbeat]

hahaha Xork you've really got me wanting to buy a set of hand drums to take with me to Dragon Dreaming next month....something tells me they will be the absolutely vital icing on the cake for that doof

 

[Help?!?!]

My return to psychesmellic compounds is looming can't wait! 's you guys!

 

[Xorkoth]

you too man.

Oh my god, the jam was so amazing. We recorded it and listened to the whole thing afterwards and my friend cut it and mixed it and now I have it on a CD. It definitely feels like something I should be doing. We were so in the groove, especially me and the bass player. It's a really unique sound. Overall it was an amazing experience. I smoked 1 hit out of a bong and got like tripping-level high and went into a bunch of different trances. I'm really impressed by the outcome as were all involved. There's this one part where me and the bass just play while the guitar massively distorts, very psychedelic... it sounds so good, I can't believe we did that.

 

[Thorns Have Roses]

LOL, I am so emotionally inconsistent lately. Thanks for putting up with my self-indulgent whining.

(Someone once asked me if I could name a favorite teacher from high school and without even thinking I blurted out,"LSD!")

Really? I could name a couple of people, I've always had a lot of trouble with people my own age, but I was able to get on well with adults. I remember my philosophy teacher, who was an elderly, crazy tenured gentleman who was able to do whatever he wanted, I really don't remember the academic work we had to do in the class or if we had tests, and all my papers were a jumble of cut and pasted material from the internet, but he never called me out on it. What he wanted wasn't for students to memorize what the great names of the field thought (though he tried to show us how they were relevant to our own lives), but to make students think for themselves, and he was deeply interested in what they thought, and class revolved around this. It was life changing for me, and I've always felt sorry for the students of the humanities/philosophy at the school after he retired, as what they were taught in a the typical, rigid academic fashion. I also remember a US history teacher (also psychology/sociology) who I had a good friendship with, which started on day two of class when I printed up the full text of a congressional bill to prove one of his anti-Bush claims was incorrect (day one he gave a talk about how personal bias effects teaching, and that he was a leftist and this certainly influenced how he taught the class, and to keep this in mind and bear with him if you were of a contrary position), I even attended his wedding.

Oh my god, the jam was so amazing. We recorded it and listened to the whole thing afterwards and my friend cut it and mixed it and now I have it on a CD.

Awesome! You should post it, I still listen to the album Catfish Rivers put up.

 

[swilow]

^An interesting tangential read there my friend

Australia actually has a similar sort of identity structure to what you have described in the US. But there is less classification here; second-generation Italians, for example, may very well just describe themselves as Australian. This is not a good thing, in my opinion. Australia has a culture that seeks to homogenise and almost consume other 'minority' cultures and create a degree of shame in these cultural groups; our illustrious right-wing tosspot prime minister recently made some bizarre remark, that all people coming here must be on "team Australia", such a repugnant concept to me, meaningless and dualistic and pointless, implying some degree of exclusivity and vast loyalty amongst the populace.

Australia is basically an occupied territory for the indigenous community, with this one formless miasma of mediocrity squashing everything else, but this formless miasma is the absolute antithesis of the subtleties of many indigenous and now threatened, long running civilisations and can basically only consume. Maybe some cultures can only be consumed. Pretty awful thought.

 

[pharmakos]

Also my cat is doing so much better... he has a feeding tube in and he still hasn't pooped or eaten on his own but last time I saw him he was barely responding and breathing heavily from the pain even with painkillers... today he saw me and threw himself down, rolled around, and nuzzled me constantly while trying to purr (but all that came out was a weird croak because of the tube). He's back to himself. The vet said tomorrow I will bring him home regardless and if he's not eating I will be feeding him through a tube.

Good things.

that's super good to hear!

 

[Xorkoth]

Okay so I wasted (or not) a bunch of work time and got all 5 tracks/jams onto Youtube in a playlist. Here is the playlist. The first 2 are a warm up but there's some pretty good stuff. The third is my favorite, the 4th is also really good. I'm the drums, it's me and my bass and guitar friends.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDENr9RgDxw&list=PL4Yjm_IJoMSnFws64Ecg_3i_jVyrlgB8z

It reminds me of early Pink Floyd kind of especially some of it. Droning and raw, it was our first time playing together like this. This is basically the raw mix though which I think is impressive, my friend adjusted a few levels here and there when the bass got too loud. Interested what you guys think. I feel like I hit my stride on the third track and was a little stiff before that.

I'm playing on 2 snare drums with my hands, with the snares disengaged.

We almost lost it a couple of times in the middle of the third one but it comes together again really well.

It was also my first time ever doing this in my life, usually I just drum on my leg or chest when I'm listening to music.