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What's the PCP drug scene like?

I've always been interested in PCP and might have tried it if I wasn't on an SSRI which I think could kill me with it.

I've always wondered why people called it "fermaldahyde" or "embalming fluid" though.

Anyone know why??

I remember looking it up and finding out that it's really NOT formaldahyde and that using that shit would straight up kill you and that for some reason these are just slang terms for PCP but I forget how they become terms for it and now from what I've read on this forum and elsewhere a lot of people, some who even use it seem to REALLY believe it is actually embalming fluid and that that's not just a slang term for it but from what I read at some point I am pretty sure that's not true.

It just seems to be one of these weird drugs that are hard to find except in certain ghetto scenes and which has this crazy reputation.
 
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I always thought people called it that because of myths about what it's cut with, like saying PCP is diluted in formaldehyde/embalming fluid. but maybe they just actually think that's what it is because of urban legends that say so.
 
PCP either affects people totally different, or it just has a nasty stigma attached to it.
A buddy of mine had a really cool time, just a few times over a couple of weeks. We'd meet this dude toss him a bill and cigarette then meet him at the other end of the block where he'd toss the cigarette back out nestled in a Baggie, soaked in what I would assume was jet fuel if I didn't know otherwise.
And gawd damn! I don't know much about the dose all I can say it was a Newport100 drenched in the shit. Me and my buddy would burn it in one sitting and can say with absolute certainty there's no chance I'd be fighting off any cops, or running off after getting tased. And it sure didn't last days for us?
First came the warm and fuzzies, an awesome body high that ended up being really short lived. After a few deep breaths we kind of floated into this craaazy dissociative state. We were sitting in the woods by the fire pit in our favorite spot, suddenly I look up and everything around us is clouded in a thick black haze. I describe it as what I would imagine the vacuum of space to be like, or the bottom of the ocean. Dead silent, and pitch black. But beautiful in a warped warped way
While we sit in a clearing of the fog about 15ft in diameter I have to constantly keep reminding myself that my friend is right next to me and grabbing his shoulder to assure my eyes weren't playing tricks.
There was dead silence accept when we spoke, I could FEEL our word rattle off into this oblivion that shrouded us. The vibrations rattled me to my core to the point it tickled and made me laugh uncontrollably. This lasted maybe 20 minutes followed by an hour of feeling like an absolute puddle. Total relaxation.
Maybe what I had wasn't wet? But my experience doesn't seem to match up with what other describe haha
 
The best way I can describe PCP is as an "intensifier"

It just seems to take where your mind is and make it stronger. I hAvent done it in many years but I remember me and my friend smoking weed dipped in it and feeling silly to start then feeling even sillier

One time I did some while mildly dope sick on way to cop (mistake. Felt much worse)

First time I even did it was at a college party. Didn't know the weed was mixed with PCP other than it tasted metallic sort of.

Mostly I just felt kind of numb, and your vision always seemed as if you had your head tilted 45 degrees lol. I dont know why.

We used to do sensory stuff like swimming on it, it intensified it


I didn't see it for years but then about 3-4 years ago a friends gf was really into it. But she would smoke so much and be like a zombie just sitting and staring straight ahead for an hour. I remember one time she called me and was on her way to my house. And hour later I get a call. "Where do you live? "(I was in the 200 block; she says she was in the 800 block). Another hour goes by....I realize she's probably f*cked up ....I never did see her that night...she did make it home safely somehow. The way she used it didn't look fun, but like I said when I was younger it was kind of fun



But really that explains the way people act so different ---it always felt like an intensifier to me
 
It's a crazy dissociative and I know that in rehab and a lot of the places I've been that not too many people have really tried it or have been offered it, though I know a solid handful of committed dustheads. Some of the ones that are real heavy into it are kind of on a perma-tweak and they're SO paranoid and always seem flighty, like they're always moving too fast and looking over their shoulder.

All of the times I've done PCP, I laughed a whole bunch. I'm not sure what was so funny, but I was really giggly. It's a trippy feeling to not really know where your body ends and the universe begins, though I guess that's the dissociative aspect of it. I did need a "babysitter" while I used it, just a friend who was only smoking weed and made sure I stayed safe. I didn't try to maul anyone's face off, no violent thoughts even crossed my mind... I guess like anything you just have to be in a good headspace to do it. I needed a little assistance with walking straight, but it was always a good time.

I can't really imagine being addicted to it or using dust on the daily though, so maybe that's why there's less of a "scene" nowadays. There's just stuff out there that is, for lack of a better term, "better."
 
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