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1-(4-(trimethylsilyl)phenyl)-2-aminopropane
 
I discovered recently a nice silicon analog of Clofenciclan if you are interested.
pubchem.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov

Triethylamine, 2-(1-(p-chlorophenyl)-1-silacyclohexyloxy)-

Triethylamine, 2-(1-(p-chlorophenyl)-1-silacyclohexyloxy)- | C17H28ClNOSi | CID 3057083 - structure, chemical names, physical and chemical properties, classification, patents, literature, biological activities, safety/hazards/toxicity information, supplier lists, and more.
pubchem.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov pubchem.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov
Ackermann J, Tacke R, Wannagat U, Koke U, Meyer F. Sila-Pharmaka, 12. Mitt. Sila-Analoga des Chlorphencyclans [Sila drugs, XII: Sila analogues of clorphencyclane (author's transl)]. Arch Pharm (Weinheim). 1980 Feb;313(2):129-41. German. doi: 10.1002/ardp.19803130206. PMID: 7369832.
 

In short - much like the original but a bit worse for many reasons e.g. hydrolysis of Si-O bond. Nothing serious, just a lot of little things like that.

I think the value of this paper is that it provides a lot more information on clofenciclan itself. It's essentially a non-rigid, achiral, synthetically simple bioisostere of cocaine. It's even active at around the same dose and even numbs the nose like cocaine. Sounds like it also stresses the heart just like cocaine ;-)

That or the p-Cl homologue of dimethocaine (chlorocaine). But the KEY to the latter is to know that the sulfate salt is water soluble while the hydrochloride salt is almost insoluble i.e. you cannot snort the hydrochloride salt of chlorocaine. The sulfate IS soluble - you can snort that.

I hate cocaine and I hated clofenciclan and 'chlorocaine' for precicely the same reasons.

I am not 'experienced' with any of the three having tried each just twice. First the numbing of the nose and that feeling that their is a drip in the back of one's throat. At the same time intense anxiety develops over a couple of minutes. Then the akathisia. Be it tapping your finger, bouncing your leg by applying pressure to the sole of the foot or just tearing a bus ticket into ever tinier squares, it's impossible to do NOTHING with one's body. Then it sort of levels off with what I ASSUME others like but to me is a fragile, plastic euphoria with a supression of happiness.

I reallty don't underatand quite what people like about it.
 
My addiction makes me piss on floors
And go home with these scabby whores
I took too much L.S.D
Now I'm at I.C.U. at Emory

[Verse 1 Danny Boone]
Cocaine and Coors comes out my pores
Puking in the kitchen down on all fours
My head's an earthquake, I sweat and shake
Ashes on the coke can ready to melt the cake
Spitting blood, picking sores, fuck cutting the line
Stick a straw in the bag and do it all at one time
Fucking chickenheads wearing house shoes and rollers
Tried to pawn the remote control as a Motorola
Got a beat by Boo Boo, Poo Lip and Tug
Pookie and Snoop Snoop and some other thug
Black out in the crackhouse and wet my pants
I almost died and dove out the ambulance
Stole my Dad's Jack Daniels, kicked the cocker spaniel
But first I did a bump off my high school annual
Getting geeked, hit the toilet for a quick jack off
By the time I get a nut I've ripped my dick skin off
Punch a hole in the wall, got crabs on my balls
And I'm looking for a pebble in the carpet in the hall
Running from drug raids, my brain's an arcade
My family's afraid I got A.I.D.S
 
More Like You
Rehab

More Like You Lyrics
An excess rules everything I do
So tell me how can I be more like you
Cause all of this don't seem to bother you
So tell me how can I be more like you

The lights are on but nobody's home
If I'm mad well then my mouth foam
Cover my transportation in chrome, under the sky dome
Pegasus flown over my skeletal features
But an opaque anatomy is all I'll ever be
For none to see
A numb teacher holding a counselling position
Posture remaining unchristian, slouching down so low I'm missing
Caverns and taverns where I sought my refuge
Stood in the foyer of the brothel
Messing with sin, gripping a bottle
How many times I sat up in the night sky
Craving to die, wanting to fly, knowing this was all a lie
The Succubus French-kissed me in the orifice
Complex as Oedipus left in my mouth a taste of distrust
Lust for flesh and bone, but ain't no angels in the dust
Ain't no heroines in opium, word up I scoped 'em
There ain't no answers, this is all random evolution
Best check the chemicals in your solution, you might be positive
 

Kubla Khan​

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise [BOUNCE]
 
Flamboyant
Song by Pet Shop Boys ‧ 2003

Overview
Lyrics

You live in a world of excess
where more is more
and less is much less
A day without fame
is a waste
and a question of need
is a question of taste
You're so flamboyant
the way you look
It gets you so much attention
Your sole employment
is getting more
You want police intervention
You're so flamboyant
the way you live
You really care that they stare
And the press deployment
is always there
It's what you do for enjoyment
You live in a time of decay
when the worth of a man
is how much he can play
Every day
all the public must know
where you are, what you do
'cause your life is a show and
You're so flamboyant
the way you live
and it's not even demeaning
You're so flamboyant
It's like a drug
you use to give your life meaning
You're so flamboyant
The way you look
It gets you so much attention
Your sole employment
Is getting more
You want police intervention
Every actor needs
an audience
Every action is
a performance
It all takes courage
You know it
Just crossing the street
well, it's almost heroic
You're so flamboyant
 
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