hamhurricane
Bluelighter
I have extensive experience with a large variety of tryptamine and phenethylamine psychedelics.
Set: My girlfriend and best friend who are both on the same dose of the same substance.
Setting: My birthday in central park.
When I asked a friend to describe the effects of 4-ho-dipt he responded “like a depressing version of psilocin” all things considered I think his description is quite apt. It should be noted that I am an enormous DiPT enthusiast and in many ways think it is the most important psychedelic Shulgin ever created. Thus I feel that all its substitutions deserve my closest attention. I have done previous trials at 7mg and 17mg the later produced a transcendent euphoria and left me feeling intelligent, healthy and generally content.
My friends and I took our doses on the subway heading to central park, I was at a +1 by the time we climbed above ground. From my previous trials I suspected this drug would give me some kind of trouble speaking, although both times I took it I was in the midst of some very strange activities with Hasidic Jews and I was never required to speak in any intelligible manner. I love to talk while tripping; in fact I normally speak in a continuous stream of consciousness from the moment I’m off baseline to the moment I return. But as the effects began a syrupy euphoria slowed down both my internal and external dialogue like expanding foam insulation. I would struggle to speak but nothing came out. This not a physical problem like the ones caused by mushrooms or DMT where all you can vocalize is a jumbled mess of gibberish. I could speak clearly, I just had nothing to say.
We walked through the park, noted the animals, and wandered into the zoo. We clapped for the sea lions and watched them lazily acknowledge our presence. The weather was gloomy. A Chinese portrait artist convinced my girlfriend to have my portrait drawn, my friends and me all laughed hysterically as he examined my face and kept asking me to sit still. I repeatedly broke into uncontrollable laughing fits, the families walking past gave us disapproving looks, my girlfriend literally rolled on the ground screaming with laughter. The portrait artist looked confused, so I explained our behavior by telling him “we’re all really tired.” when the picture was done he had gone out of his way to drawn my mouth with a coy closed lipped smile even though I had a psychotic toothy grin the entire time.
During the peak my girlfriend went to the bathroom at starbucks and I feel asleep on a table, then woke up amazed I had fallen asleep, then fell asleep again. My friend lifted his head and I saw tears in his eyes. I wrote in my notebook “I feel a deep mental quietness that is somewhat uncomfortable.” We took the subway downtown and I feel asleep again in my girlfriends lap. I took 10mg of amphetamine to see if the dopamine release would free up my verbal abilities but it was to no avail, my silence was unbudgeable.
This trip has left me quite confused, I always say RC stands for rhetorical chemical, but finding 4-aco-dipts’s question is a question itself. I live my life consumed with obsession, because obsession breaks the world into bit-sized pieces. I am one year older, and this obsession with psychedelics has not led to addiction, death or insanity as my psychiatrist feared. It has lead to something else entirely different and much more complex. Why did this mental quietness and alogia bother me so deeply? I find much greater serenity in the electric screams of the mushroom than I do in 4-aco-dipts profound and insulating silence.
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Set: My girlfriend and best friend who are both on the same dose of the same substance.
Setting: My birthday in central park.
When I asked a friend to describe the effects of 4-ho-dipt he responded “like a depressing version of psilocin” all things considered I think his description is quite apt. It should be noted that I am an enormous DiPT enthusiast and in many ways think it is the most important psychedelic Shulgin ever created. Thus I feel that all its substitutions deserve my closest attention. I have done previous trials at 7mg and 17mg the later produced a transcendent euphoria and left me feeling intelligent, healthy and generally content.
My friends and I took our doses on the subway heading to central park, I was at a +1 by the time we climbed above ground. From my previous trials I suspected this drug would give me some kind of trouble speaking, although both times I took it I was in the midst of some very strange activities with Hasidic Jews and I was never required to speak in any intelligible manner. I love to talk while tripping; in fact I normally speak in a continuous stream of consciousness from the moment I’m off baseline to the moment I return. But as the effects began a syrupy euphoria slowed down both my internal and external dialogue like expanding foam insulation. I would struggle to speak but nothing came out. This not a physical problem like the ones caused by mushrooms or DMT where all you can vocalize is a jumbled mess of gibberish. I could speak clearly, I just had nothing to say.
We walked through the park, noted the animals, and wandered into the zoo. We clapped for the sea lions and watched them lazily acknowledge our presence. The weather was gloomy. A Chinese portrait artist convinced my girlfriend to have my portrait drawn, my friends and me all laughed hysterically as he examined my face and kept asking me to sit still. I repeatedly broke into uncontrollable laughing fits, the families walking past gave us disapproving looks, my girlfriend literally rolled on the ground screaming with laughter. The portrait artist looked confused, so I explained our behavior by telling him “we’re all really tired.” when the picture was done he had gone out of his way to drawn my mouth with a coy closed lipped smile even though I had a psychotic toothy grin the entire time.
During the peak my girlfriend went to the bathroom at starbucks and I feel asleep on a table, then woke up amazed I had fallen asleep, then fell asleep again. My friend lifted his head and I saw tears in his eyes. I wrote in my notebook “I feel a deep mental quietness that is somewhat uncomfortable.” We took the subway downtown and I feel asleep again in my girlfriends lap. I took 10mg of amphetamine to see if the dopamine release would free up my verbal abilities but it was to no avail, my silence was unbudgeable.
This trip has left me quite confused, I always say RC stands for rhetorical chemical, but finding 4-aco-dipts’s question is a question itself. I live my life consumed with obsession, because obsession breaks the world into bit-sized pieces. I am one year older, and this obsession with psychedelics has not led to addiction, death or insanity as my psychiatrist feared. It has lead to something else entirely different and much more complex. Why did this mental quietness and alogia bother me so deeply? I find much greater serenity in the electric screams of the mushroom than I do in 4-aco-dipts profound and insulating silence.
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