Poetry/prose/creative writing.

[Intrepid_traveler]

So I encountered someone who knew a lot about the grateful dead and a little bit about psychedelic culture and compounds, the kid wanted to take pictures of the patches on my vest and I reluctantly let him. I always think it's creepy when people do that, you always think they are stalkers, or the police, or people who want to impersonate you online or in real life, I mean, do you ever go around taking pictures of people's cloths? (Actually, after the grateful dead this last June, literally the day after the show, I went to see some Tibetan Buddhist monks preform traditional chants and prayers at a church near my home, and at that event some girl asked to photograph my dead shirt, and I happily let her, but that was a far different situation. )

In all honesty this was not the type of person I had any interest in associating with, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to entertain brief conversations about drugs or music or chemistry or spirituality or whatever, but I never want to commit more than 5 or 10 minutes to these things.


It goes to show that a person can know about some of the things that you have interest in, and how you can still not want to associate with that person for anything more than a quick conversation.


For some reason this guys interest in these things seemed hollow and phony. I'm not saying that he wasn't truly interested in these things, there's no way I could ever really know that, I'm just saying it felt really rehearsed and devoid of passion. ...when it comes to myself, when I'm talking about the things I love, my enthusiasm borders on mania, it's incredibly obvious that these subjects truly mean a good deal to me. When it came to this guy I didn't notice any of this. ...that could just be the guys personality though, who knows. 


All and all, even though he was telling me that he was interested in some of the things that I am interested in, I didn't like him, this was not the type of person who I would associate with, I could not seem to connect with this person in any way, no matter how hard I tried.


I think it comes down to vibes and personality when I'm selecting friends, and interest in music, art, fashion, politics, drugs, and so on really don't make much of a difference. Some people have personalities which radiate light and life, these people are unique, passionate, and their sheer personalities seem to transcend the interests which most people need to define themselves.


...it wouldn't matter what music these people listened to, or what authors or artists they appreciated, their presence, intelligence, hora, vibes, enthusiasm, and individuality transcend all of these things.


I think this is why I have such a diverse group of friends, mostly because we are able to recognize that most people will cling to and define themselves by cookie-cutter cultural designs, the need set norms and  ideals to devote themselves to, which honestly to me seems like an excuse for free thought or a fear to be an individual. Isnt it so easy to say I am a "hippie" or "punk rocker" or "raver" or "insert cookie cutter cultural construct here", and to be able to say "hippies", or "rockers" or whatever appreciate this or that and believe in this or that, therefore I like this or that, and I believe in this or that. It all seems very antithetical to individuality and free thought.


Terence McKenna would articulate similar concepts:


We have to create culture, don't watch TV, don't read magazines, don't even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you're worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you're giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. And we are told 'no', we're unimportant, we're peripheral. 'Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.' And then you're a player, you don't want to even play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that's being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world."

― Terence McKenna


My group of friends, my tribe, truly are unique and individuals, so much to the point where we as a group don't even confirm to any defined culture or structured system of beliefs or values. ...well, we are all good-hearted people, and love and compassion are traits which we all share and embrace, and granted there are similarities between us, but that's not what brought is together and that is not what bonds us now.


Extraordinary people are not common, but they are easy to recognize when you find them. ...most of us have are eccentricities, but that's not what I'm mms talking about here, it's a type of intelligence, heart and soul, as well axe broad and abstract understanding. 


...when I make an obscure reference or complex humorous remark or just express my thoughts in general  need need to elaborate or explain, These people have the intellect where they can easily understand unique, abstract, and obscure viewpoints, even more brilliant is they can fully and easily understand they view points and thoughts of the common person.


...so, it's not like a person can just walk up and say "I know about albert hofmann, or Alexander shulgin, or the grateful dead and expect me to automatically like them or be their friend, I mean, all those these are interests of mine, but I don't define myself by any of them, they are just things I enjoy, and I think because of this I relate to these things in a far different way than the people I am talking to who know about some of this stuff.


...actually, I seem to get along much better with people who are interested in things that are different from my own interests, I like to obtain a new perspective and learn about something new.

[Intrepid_traveler]

ozonolysis is where ozone is used to cleave the unsaturated bonds of alkenes, alkynes, or azo compounds. oxidative cleavage is cleaving carbon-carbon bonds to generate carbon-oxygen bonds, in this case using potassium permanganate and tetrahydrofuran (tetrahydrofuran acts as a solvent and KMnO4 is serving as the oxidizing agent) to cleave piperine into piperonal.

when looking at the 2-dimensional structure of piperine vs. Piperonal it is quite a bit more obvious what is occurring with this reaction.

Was there something specific you were interested in?

[Intrepid_traveler]

I saw her today. I wasn't expecting to see her until Way later in the week, so when I saw her walking to sit next to me my heart jumped into my throat. The weather this morning was freezing, there were high winds and the snow from the night before was caught blowing in the wind, so I was wearing my snow clothes. I looked terrible, wearing some green carhartt double leg work pants, a snow hat, some redwing work boots, and a long sleeve green blue and purple grateful dead tie dye, the one with the skeleton in the boat and lighthouse on it. I felt pretty self conscious....

She was sitting right next to me while I was working on a 2,5-dimethoxy-4-methyl-amphetamine synthesis work up in my notebook, and I was doing my best to pretend like I hadn't noticed her...

When I looked up and saw her walking to sit down I must have had my eyes directly on her, it took me a me a second to realize that it was her, I almost never see her on Mondays, she had a black and white patterned scarf that when combined with color on her coat and the fur lining around her hood really brings out the beautiful brunette color of her hair and makes her eyes gleam brightly. She looked amazing. I don't know how she can look so good just after 5 am on her way into work, but every time I see her she looks phenomenal.

...she has to be the most gorgeous girl that I have ever seen. She carries herself with confidence and respect and has has a manner about her which drives me wild.

...though it's driving me insane that she won't give me a chance.

I'm pretty sure Eliza is right, and that she knows exactly who I am. Eliza says she is mean and has nothing bad bad intentions towards me, which might be true as well, but if that really is the case I guarantee she has no real reason to dislike me or have bad intentions towards me, and that if she would just spend some time with me I know I could change her mind.

...or, let's say she is a stranger, and she doesn't know I love her, and doesn't have bad or good intentions towards me, and it's just pure coincidence that her actions correlate to things I'm saying about her, wouldn't it then be easier for her to just say hello? I mean, she sits 3 feet away from me about half of the days of the week, and there's this strange awkward electricity that I can feel between us from the moment she gets on the bus (not to mention I can tell that we would have a fire connection if she have me a chance) it's obvious that there is something going on...

She looked so beautiful today, I think that black and white patterned scarf really makes her look pretty.

One day she will be able to get over all the nonsense, and be able to let go of everything she thinks she knows about me and this situation and just let me give her a chance. I have a good heart, and there's so much that I can offer, I can give her anything she wants, not to mention that I could give her the best loving that she has ever had...

One day she will tap me on the shoulder and get things moving.

...even if she dislikes me, then why drag this out, if that was the case you figure it would be way easier for her to brake my heart.

[Intrepid_traveler]

The beautiful brunette girl from 26th street, sweeter than a sugar-cube of LSD, why must you remain content quietly sitting next to me? why are you content leaving this situation a mystery for me?

I have always been humble in this situation, I admit that she has the upper hand in every way, and that doesn't bother me, I want her for exactly who she.

I don't understand the situation with her at all, and I've always admitted that.

[Intrepid_traveler]

Wednesday.

I don't know how she manages to look so amazing at 5 am on her way to work, but it's incredible, she is always unbelievably gorgeous, but even at 5am on her way into work she looks outstanding.

She looked great today, I love her style, she was wearing the black and white scarf and her usual coat, she looked prettier than ever, it would be nice of I could tell her these things when I see her...

WHY WONT SHE GET MY ATTENTION?

It seems in that last Post I thought it was Monday when it was in fact Tuesday.

I was expecting to see her today, and as she walked over to sit next to me she looked as beautiful as ever.

I just wish she would take the step to get my attention, a simple hello would work fine, however, even if I wasn't publicly announcing to the world that I love her on a daily basis, it must be obvious that I like her. ...seriously, if she is single why not at least give me a chance? Worst case she doesn't like me and we leave it at that, she doesn't have anything to loose.

I'm told that I get everything in life easily, people have this perception that everything I want just falls into my lap or is given to me, and at times I feel that way as well... I don't think it has spoiled me in any way, but it does seem to draw some fucked up resentment from those who struggle for everything in life ...the point was I don't want this girl to be one of those things that I wanted and ended up getting. ...that, and, well, I don't fit into the structure of society in a traditional sense, I live a very unusual life, and I'm not sure how she would react to it, albeit I would change anything and everything about my life for this girl, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.

Honestly, I can tell that this girl would probably be a good deal of work, I mean, I don't think inviting over to the laboratory, or inviting her over to my house to watch Netflix, snuggle up on the couch and smoke hash, or inviting her over to eat mushrooms or LSD is going to do the trick, I'm guessing she would want to go out, which is fine, I would love to take her anywhere she wanted to go, and money means nothing in that situation, it's all for her as far as I'm concerned, it would just be a little bit different from the type of dates that I'm used to, but she is a special girl, and I would be willing to do anything for her. ...I should buy her a car, I can't drive, my license got revoked, but I could easily afford a car and insurance, and there's no reason why a beautiful girl like that should have to take a bus. Seriously, this girl is up early in the morning, ready to work, rain, shine, or snow, I really admire her for it...

Okay, I need to smoke some more hash before I can write any further...

...I've also got ton of chemistry work to complete, I've nearly completed the synthesis of two entirely new molecules, my beautiful little creations "2-amino-5-(2,5-dimethoxy-4-methylphenyl)-2-oxazoline and 2-amino-5-(2,5-dimethoxy-4-bromophenyl)-2-oxazoline. As far as I know I am the first to develop a pathway for the synthesis of these compounds.

I remember working with variations of 2-aminoindane in the past, I thought that placing methoxy groupings at positions 3 and 6 and a methyl grouping at position 5, (giving 3,6-dimethoxy-5-methyl-2-aminoindane) would produce a viable 2,5-dimethoxy-4-methyl-amphetamine analogue. As it turns out this idea was not original, and that the compound had been previously synthesized, however information regarding this substance is incredibly sparse and there still may be much value in exploring this compounds potential. I feel 2-amino-5-(2,5-dimethoxy-4-methylphenyl)-2-oxazoline is going to be far greater than 3,6-dimethoxy-5-methyl-2-aminoindane in terms of human response, in both cases the amphetamine moiety of the DOx series is being replaced with a structurally similar stimulant compound, and, as the human response to 2-amino-4-methyl-5-phenyl-2-oxazoline is far more favorable than amphetamine or 2-aminoindane, I can only see these compounds as producing an incredibly favorable effect in humans... but that's jumping the gun, at this point the synthesis has just been completed, albeit there are still many links to be worked out and many improvements that need to be made.

2-amino-5-(3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl)-2-oxazoline has been synthesized and to my knowledge it has even been explored, and if the 3,4-methylenedioxy homologue of 2-Amino-4-methyl-5-phenyl-2-oxazoline was a success it only furthers my notions that 2-amino-5-(2,5-dimethoxy-4-methylphenyl)-2-oxazoline would also be quite successful.

I was also researching 2-amino-5-(3,4,5-trimethoxyphenyl)-oxazoline fascinating stuff...

To the beautiful brunette girl from 26th street, my beautiful darling sugaree, every morning you know exactly where to find me, and you know that every day I only love you more, so if you want a lifetime of love, happiness and devotion all you have to do is come and sit by my side and say so.

Its that easy my beautiful darling girl, just come and tell me you are willing to give me a chance.

My beautiful darling sugaree from 26th street, Ill love you and only you forever. Ill do all that I can to give you anything and everything that you need my baby darling girl, I can guarantee you lifetime of good loving, and I can guarantee that my heart will belong to you and only.

Are you happier quietly sitting next to me?

Why not even talk to me here?

Ugghhh. Why not just reach out your arm the 2 feet of space that's between us while we are sitting by each other in the morning and tap me on the shoulder?

You could walk up and sit in my lap and I would probably still be pretending not to notice you, so you actually have to get my attention. I'm very shy, plus I get incredibly nervous, so I know my body language may seem like I am afraid or that I don't want to talk, but I promise, once you say hello things will move smoothly. ...actually, it might be pretty awkward at first, but whatever.

She knows that I love her For exactly who she is, there's nothing that she needs to change, or add, or do, she just has to be herself.

Even just sitting next to her I can feel this electricity between us, I know we would have a fire connection, and I can tell that in the bedroom things would be intense. ...and it's not just a feeling where I just really want to fuck her, I can feel an energy, like an electricity between us, and I k ow that physically and emotionally it would be a hot relationship.

[Intrepid_traveler]

Just another day like any other I suppose. The beautiful brunette girl from 26th Sat by me, neither of us said anything.

[Intrepid_traveler]

You guys think this is funny right?

(For those of you who didn't get it: In organic chemistry you learn the first positions as "ortho", the second positions "para" and the third as "meta"  then using "docs" you form orthodox, paradox, and as "doc" can mean physician, "meyaphysicians" )

[Intrepid_traveler]

Very interesting but I doubt any of us have the knowledge to carry it out. When you say for example ozonolysis let alone demethylation we have no clue. We need cook book simple steps to do things but its interesting to hear what can be done

(*Again, I strongly encourage that These chemical procedures NOT be attempted, even with the proper education, safety precautions, and laboratory equipment you are still venturing into dangerous waters legally* )

(*if you don't have at least three years college organic chemistry education or the equivalent thereof then you should not by any means attempt any reaction described* education and safety are key, one must know how to not only  safely and responsibly carry out these reactions, but also the proper manner in which to protect the surrounding environment, one must know how to safely store and dispose of potentially hazardous chemicals, do not attempt!* )

Here, visually it's much easier to understand what is happening. The piperine is extracted from it's plant source (Piper nigrum) and then is chemically cleaved into piperonal, put simply, the long "chain" on the piperine molecule is being chemically removed giving piperonal, I think that's about as basically as I can describe things, but if it's still not understandable I can try better.

See, I am doing work teaching some people this chemistry, and I have been told that I "move too quickly" and don't "explain things in a simple enough manner" so this is actually helping. Was there anything about the actual reaction you wanted to know?

I would have drawn out a flow sheet for you but I have concerns regarding letting my handwriting out, so I had to find one, I really don't like this one much, it left out the nitropropene intermediate between piperonal and MDMA, but I guess for this thread that really doesn't matter...

Honestly, I think that apiole, obtained from the essential oil of parsley, and it's aminated homologue 2,5-dimethoxy-3,4-methylenedioxy-amphetamine are far more interesting than any of the routes to.MDA or MDMA from natural phenylpropenes.

Shulgin's essential amphetamines still hold a degree of fascination and amazement for me, who would have thought that the herbs and spices humans have loved forever could be the source of compounds, that when aminated, become psychedelic molecules.

One must remember that the term "essential" has nothing to do with the meaning of needed, or required. The word's origin is essence, something with an odor or smell. Thus, the essential oils are those oils that have a fragrance, and the Essential Amphetamines are those compounds that can, in principle, be made from them by the addition of ammonia

1) The 4-methoxy pattern. The pivotal essential oil is 4-allylanisole, or methyl chavicol, or estragole (called esdragol in the old literature). This allyl compound is found in turpentine, anise, fennel, bay, tarragon, and basil. Its smell is light, and reminiscent of fennel. The propenyl analogue is called anethole, or anise camphor, and it is found in both anise and camphor. It is a waxy solid, and has a very intense smell of anise or fennel. At low concentrations, it is sweet, as in magnolia blossoms, where it is also found. The drinks that turn cloudy with water dilution (Pernod-like liqueurs, and ouzo and roki), are heavy with it, since it was the natural flavoring in the original absinthe. That drink was very popular in the last century, as an intoxicant which produced an altered state of consciousness beyond that which could be ascribed to alcohol alone. It contained wormwood, which proved to be neurologically damaging. The flavorings, such as anethole, are still big things in synthetic liqueurs such as vermouth. Old anethole, when exposed to air and light, gets thick and sticky and yellowish, and becomes quite disagreeable to taste. Maybe it is polymerizing, or maybe oxidizing to stuff that dimerizes. Whatever. These changes are why old spices in the cabinet are best discarded. And adding ammonia to any of these natural product oils produces, in principle, 4-methoxyamphetamine, 4-MA.

(2) The 3,4-dimethoxy pattern. The main actor here is methyleugenol, or 4-allyl-1,2-dimethoxybenzene. This is located in almost every item in the spice cabinet. It is in citronella, bay (which is laurel, which is myrtle), pimiento, allspice, pepper, tree-tea oil, and on and on. It has a faint smell of cloves, and when dilute is immediately mistaken for carnations. The propenyl analogue is, not unreasonably, methylisoeugenol, a bit more scarce, and seems to always be that little minor peak in any essential oil analysis. The compounds missing that methyl group on the 4-oxygen are famous. The allyl material is eugenol, 4-allylguaiacol, and it is in cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, sassafras and myrrh. You taste it and it burns. You smell it and think immediately of cloves. And its property as an anesthetic, in the form of a clove, is well known in the folk-treatment of toothaches. Actually, flowers of clove (the gillyflower, like the carnation) are the small, pointy things that decorate baked hams and, when stuck into apples, make pomander balls. This anesthetic property has recently led to a drug abuse fad, called clove cigarettes. Very strong, very flavorful, and very corrosive things from Southeast Asia. The eugenol that is present numbs the throat, and allows many strong cigarettes to be smoked without pain. The propenyl analogue is isoeugenol, with a smell that is subtle but very long lasting, used more in soaps and perfumes than in foods. The amine addition to the methyleugenol world produces 3,4-dimethoxyamphetamine, or 3,4-DMA. The isomer with the other methyl group missing is chavibetol (3-hydroxy-4-methoxyallylbenzene) and is found in the pepper leaf that is used with betel nut. A couple of positional rearrangement isomers of methyleugenol are known in the plant world. The 2,4-isomer is called osmorrhizole, and the conjugated form is isoosmorrhizole or nothosmyrnol; both are found in carrot-like vegetables. They, with ammonia, would give 2,4-DMA. And the 3,5-dimethoxyallylbenzene isomer from artemisia (a pungent herb commonly called mugwort) and from sage, would give rise to 3,5-DMA. This is an unexplored isomer which would be both an antidote for opium as well as a stimulant, if the classical reputation of mugwort is transferred to the amphetamine.

(3) The 3,4-methylenedioxy pattern. One of the most famous essential oils is safrole, or 4-allyl-1,2-methylenedioxybenzene. This is the mainstay of sassafras oil, and it and its conjugated isomer isosafrole have a smell that is immediately familiar: root beer! These are among the most widely distributed essential oils, being present in most of the spices, including the heavies such as cinnamon and nutmeg. I am not aware of the 2,3-isomer ever having been found in nature. Adding ammonia to either would give MDA.

(4) The 3-methoxy-4,5-methylenedioxy pattern. The parent compound is myristicin, 5-allyl-1-methoxy-2,3-methylenedioxybenzene, and the source of this is nutmeg (or the botanically parallel material, mace). The nutmeg is the seed of the tree Myristica fragrans and mace is the fibrous covering of the seed. The two spices are virtually identical as to their chemical composition. Myristicin and the conjugated isomer isomyristicin are also found in parsley oil, and in dill. This was the oil that was actually shown to be converted to MMDA by the addition of ammonia by passage through an in vitro liver preparation. So here is the major justification for the equation between the essential oils and the Essential Amphetamines. Care must be taken to make an exact distinction between myristicin (this essential oil) and myristin (the fat) which is really trimyristin or glyceryl trimyristate from nutmeg and coconut. This is the fat from myristic acid, the C-14 fatty acid, and these two similar names are often interchanged even in the scientific literature.

(5) The 2-methoxy-3,4-methylenedioxy pattern. This is the second of the three natural methoxy methylenedioxy orientations. Croweacin is 2-methoxy-3,4-methylenedioxyallylbenzene, and it takes its name from the binomial for the plant Eriostemon crowei from the worlds of rue and the citrus plants. It corresponds to the essential amphetamine MMDA-3a. This oil is found in plants of the Family Rutaceae. My memories of this area of botany are of Ruta graveolens, the common rue, whose small leaves smelled to me, for all the world, like cat urine. This plant has always fascinated me because of a most remarkable recipe that I was given by a very, very conservative fellow-club member, one evening, after rehearsal. He told me of a formula that had provided him with the most complete relief from arthritic pain he had ever known. It was a native decoction he had learned of many years eariler, when he was traveling in Mexico. One took equal quantities of three plants, Ruta graveolens (or our common rue), Rosmarinus officinalis (better known as rosemary), and Cannabis sativa (which is recognized in many households simply as marijuana). Three plants all known in folklore, rue as a symbol for repentance, rosemary as a symbol of remembrance, and pot, well, I guess it is a symbol of a lot of things to a lot of people. Anyway, equal quantities of these three plants are allowed to soak in a large quantity of rubbing alcohol for a few weeks. Then the alcoholic extracts are clarified, and allowed to evaporate in the open air to a thick sludge. This then was rubbed on the skin, where the arthritis was troublesome, and always rubbed in the direction of the extremity. It was not into, but onto the body that it was applied. All this from a very conservative Republican friend!

The methoxy-methylenedioxy pattern is also found in nature with the 2,4,5-orientation pattern. The allyl-2,4,5-isomer is called asaricin. It, and its propenyl-isomer, carpacin, are from the Carpano tree which grows in the Solomon Islands. All these plants are used in folk medicine. These two systems, the 2,3,4- and the 2,4,5-orientations, potentially give rise, with ammonia, to MMDA-3a and MMDA-2.

(6) The 3,4,5-trimethoxy pattern. Elemicin is the well studied essential oil, 5-allyl-1,2,3-trimethoxybenzene, primarily from the oil of elemi. It is, like myristicin, a component of the Oil of Nutmeg, but it is also found in several of the Oils of Camphor, and in the resin of the Pili in the Philippines. This tree is the source of the Oil of Elemi. I had found a trace component in nutmeg many years ago that proved to be 5-methoxyeugenol, or elemicin without the 4-methyl group; it is also present in the magnolia plant. The aldehyde that corresponds to this is syringaldehyde, and its prefix has been spun into many natural products. Any natural product with a syring somewhere in it has a hydroxy between two methoxys. The amphetamine base from elemicin or isoelemicin would be TMA, the topic of this very recipe.

(7) The 2,4,5-trimethoxy pattern. There is an essential oil called asarone that is 2,4,5-trimethoxy-1-propenylbenzene. It is the trans- or alpha-isomer, and the cis-isomer is known as beta-asarone. It is the isomerization analogue of the much more rare 1-allyl-2,4,5-trimethoxybenzene, gamma-asarone, or euasarone, or sekishone. Asarone is the major component of Oil of Calamus obtained from the rhizomes of Acorus calamus, the common Sweet Flag that grows wild on the edges of swamps throughout North America, Europe, and Asia. It has been used as a flavoring of liqueurs and, as almost every other plant known to man, has been used as a medicine. In fact, in Manitoba this plant was called Rat-root by the Cree Indians in the Lake Winnipeg area known as New Iceland, and Indian-root by the Icelandic pioneers. It was used externally for the treatment of wounds, and internally for most illnesses. There apparently is no report of central effects. The corresponding propanone, acoramone (or 2,4,5-trimethoxyphenylacetone), is also present in Oil of Calamus. The styrene that corresponds to asarone is found in a number of plants, and is surprisingly toxic to brine shrimp. The older literature describes an allyl-trimethoxy benzene called calamol, but it has never been pinned down as to structure. The isolation of gamma-asarone or euasarone from Oil of Xixin (from wild ginger) has given rise to a potential problem of nomenclature. One of the Genus names associated with wild ginger is Asiasarum which looks very much like the name asarone, which comes from the Genus Acorus. And a second Genus of medical plants also called wild ginger is simply called Asarum. There is an Asarum forbesi from central China, and it is known to give a pleasant smell to the body. And there is Asarum seiboldi which is largely from Korea and Manchuria. It has many medical uses, including the treatment of deafness, epilepsy, and rheumatism. The amphetamine that would arise from this natural treasure chest is TMA-2.

( The 2,5-dimethoxy-3,4-methylenedioxy pattern. The parent allyl benzene is apiole (with a final "e") or parsley camphor, and it is the major component of parsley seed oil. Its conjugated isomer is called isoapiole, and they are valuable as the chemical precurors to the amination product, DMMDA. Whereas both of these essential oils are white solids, there is a green oily liquid that had been broadly used years ago in medicine, called green, or liquid apiol (without the final "e"). It comes from the seeds of parsley by ether extraction, and when the chlorophyll has been removed, it is known as yellow apiol. With the fats removed by saponification and distillation, the old term for the medicine was apiolin. I would assume that any of these would give rise to white, crystalline apiole on careful distillation, but I have never tried to do it. The commercial Oil of Parsley is so readily available.

(9) The 2,3-dimethoxy-4,5-methylenedioxy pattern. The second of the three tetraoxygenated essential oils is 1-allyl-2,3-dimethoxy-4,5-methylenedioxybenzene, commonly called dillapiole and it comes, not surprisingly, from the oils of any of the several dill plants around the world. It is a thick, almost colorless liquid, but its isomerization product, isodillapiole, is a white crystalline product which melts sharply. This, by the theoretical addition of ammonia, gives DMMDA-2.

(10) The tetramethoxy pattern. The third and last of the tetra-oxygenated essential oils, is 1-allyl-2,3,4,5-tetramethoxybenzene. This is present as a minor component in the oil of parsley, but it is much more easily obtained by synthesis. It, and its iso-compound, and the amination product, are discussed under the last of the Ten Essential Amphetamines, TA. -Alexander shulgin; PIHKAL

[Intrepid_traveler]

I wanted to leave on a more positive note, well, at least on a less boring note.

My beautiful brunette girl, my darling sugaree from 26th street, you are sweeter than a sugarcube of LSD, and maybe tomorrow you will talk to me.

[Intrepid_traveler]

She Sat next to me again this morning....

...but first, on a bus ride this morning on the way home from a meeting my friend zara had boarded the bus, she Sat next to me, and apparently had been talking to me for like 30 seconds or more before she realized that not only could I not hear her because of my headphones but that I was also so distracted with my writing in my notebook that I didn't even notice her sit down by me.

It got me thinking, what if the beautiful brunette girl from 26th street has tried to talk to me, but I was unable to hear her because of my loud music playing through my headphones, and was too distracted with my notebook work to see her body-language...

This happens all the time, people will talk to me, or try to talk to me, but I simply won't hear them because of my music playing through my headphones.

(Once while walking down the street I was brutally tackled and restrained by police officers, apparently they had been yelling for me to stop, and because I was wearing a hood they were not able to see my headphones, so being complete and total assholes they decide to tackle and beat me up rather than better assess what might be going on in the situation)

There's this skinny dark-hair girl that sometimes rides my same bus, she gets off at the same stop as me and is going to the same place. I generally don't talk to her, and 99% of the time I don't even notice she is there until she taps me on the shoulder to get my attention. Any way, she told me that there have been many times where she will talk to me and I just wont respond, she said she knows it's because of my music, but that it's still frustrating when you talk to someone and they don't even notice you.

This skinny girl is weird, I mean, maybe she would be okay, I don't know her well enough to say, but she talks to and is pretty much friends with a lot of people that I know for a fact are untrustworthy, consistently dishonest, and who are content with being scum, and simply based on the fact that she appears to be friends with some really terrible people I have always tried to keep her away from me. The people she talks to don't have much of a life, so they spend most of their time making up lies and saying terrible things about other people, these are the type of people who will make up lies and then choose to believe these lies, which are lies that suit their cause or benefit them in some way, rather than accept the truth. They more or less live in a fantasy little dreamland built on lies that suit their cause, they use these lies to shelter themselves from reality and the truth, and almost pathologically begin to accept and believe their own lies. What's worse is that most people don't know that these people live in a fantasy world with no correlation or relation to reality and will just accept what they say at face value without giving it much thought and without ever thinking to ask for proof or some type of evidence to substantiate their nonsense claims. I guess from time to time someone must question theirs the make up about people and they will just try to fake it, they will use bad impersonations of handwriting creating notes saying disgusting things and will attribute their authorship to someone they don't like, they will create fake accounts on social media sites pretending to be people they don't like, they will even follow the people they don't like around and take pictures of them to use on their fake social media accounts, and so on, it's really pathetic how far these people will go to protect themselves from the truth and to prevent others from ever discovering the truth...þ
...any way, most people who talk to these people are as gullible as these liars are manipulative, so I'm sure this skinny girl has already been psychologically poisoned by a load of lies about me, she also seems like one of these girls who care a lot about what others think about her, and who will accept the lies of the group, even after she discovers them to be lies, just so the group will accept her.

...that really is sad, who knows how many people have been cheated out of truly meaningful friendships simply because they wanted to be accepted. So, they end up rejecting and alienating people, who are people that they would probably have a genuine connection with, just because they want to be accepted and therefore have to confirm to the group's opinions on others whether they have any basis in reality or not.

When I was younger there was a girl that my group of friends would all make fun of and say bad things about. Now, I had never really talked to this girl or interacted with her so I simply figured that what my friends were saying was true. I would encounter this girl from time to time during my day, and one day I decided to see if any of the things they said about this girl were true, so I introduced myself and ended up hanging out with this girl for the better part of they day, and sure enough I ended up discovering that there was nothing wrong with this girl, she was actually really cool, and everything that was being said about her was untrue. Now, in my case, I kept hanging out with her, I put up with the group all giving me shit and making fun of me for being friends with her, some of them even stopped talking to me, but I think it was worth it, I've never cared about acceptance, and I'm not going to reject someone who is cool just because they are an outsider and because the "in crowd" makes pukes about them and makes fun of them.

[Intrepid_traveler]

Any Way, I had to end that last Post, as far as subject matter it was out of control, off-topic rambling with a negative tinge to it, a waste of time.

The point was, that my beautiful darling sugaree from 26th street might have actually tried to talk to me a d that I might not have seen or heard her.

...I would never forgive myself of she had actually tried to talk to me and I just didn't hear her because of my music...

I'm usually just nervously and shyly trying to pretend like I don't notice the gorgeous girl sitting by my side. She is absolutely perfect in every way, and I'm probably going to end up letting her slip through my hands...

I have heard her talking to people in the past, she has such a beautiful voice. I've never heard her say anything embarrassing or "stupid", she carries herself with grace and confidence, it's also obvious that she has a really playful and adorable side to her. She is perfect just the way she is, from her irresistible pulchritude and charm, to her beautiful voice, to her style and the manner in which she carries herself, she is perfect in every way.

...maybe next time I won't wear my headphones. I could also make eye contact at appropriate times and give her ample opportunities to instigate interaction without feeling uncomfortable.

Look, I know the problem is me, I'm too shy to get things moving. I'm afraid she won't like me. ...Jesus, I've never cared if a girl liked me or not, even with my the girls that I married I not worried about what they thought of me, with this girl i actually care, I actually want her to like me, and though I shouldn't admit it, it's actually going to be fairly disappointing if she rejects me.

I think ill always have an attraction for this girl, whether we just sit next to one another quietly and nothing ever comes out of it, whether she rejects me, or whether she decides to give me a chance I don't think ill ever be able to shake my attraction for this girl. This is the first time I have ever felt this way about anybody. I have been married before, and have had numerous serious long-term relationships throughout my life, and still, this is the first time I have ever felt this way about a girl. ...I mean, don't get me wrong, if she rejects me I will fully respect her decision and leave it at that, but on a personal level I know ill still have a place in my heart for her.

I would feel so fucking stupid if she had ever tried talking to me and I didn't hear her or notice her body language.... ...I don't think I would ever forgive myself.

...she has to know I love her, I mean, she has to be able to pick up on my vibes and body language and reaction to her and she has to notice that I obviously love her, I mean, even if Eliza is wrong and she has never read a word that I have written about her, she has to be able to tell that I'm totally enamored with her.

[Intrepid_traveler]

The beautiful brunette girl from 26th street, sweeter than a sugar-cube of LSD.

...the girls who work at my cannabis dispensary would read my posts on another site and then followed my posting here, and they always get really angry when I write about how unbelievably gorgeous the brunette girl from 26th street is, or when I write about how much I like her. Ill Post good things about my darling sugaree from 26th and the girls at the cannabis store Will be extra mean to me that day. ...never figured that one out. I'm definitely missing the connection there.

[Intrepid_traveler]

Just another one of "the days between"

I've been reverting back to my reclusive nature recently, but like eyedea said "I like to keep companions closer than the common recluse spewing seclusion in conclusion"

I've never taken external likes and interests as self-defining, sure I like certain music and certain art and have a certain style, but none of those things define "who I am", they are simply things that I enjoy. ...and "I" is the key there. Through my unique experience I have gathered a mass of interests, likes, styles, views, philosophies, ideas, ways of doing things, ways of seeing the world, and so on, I would feel cheated if I felt I had to fulfil some expectations regarding what it means to "be" anything but myself.

Some will seek out these "cookie-cutter cultures" and fully subscribe to them, defining every measure of themselves by them. They will decide "okay, I am a "blank", so I must like x and y and dislike a and b, I must wear these clothes and this hairstyle and I must adjust my politics accordingly", well, to me this is a shit-brained way to proceed through life, it's shit-brained thinking, or in actuality it is what amounts to an excuse for thinking.

Isnt it easy to have all of your likes, dislikes, views, attitudes, and politics laid out for you? Isnt it easy to say "I am a republican, or hippie, or punk-rocker, or cowboy, or whatever?

Furthermore, isn't it easier for those seeking to control populations if everybody is subscribing to one of the standardized cultures available? They can just look at you or your friends and know what you think and believe and what you represent.

...I've never understood why people have this urge to "be part of something", it's as if individuality some how seems disempowering from their perspective.

Okay, I'm done with that whole tangent of thought. Nothing good to write today, still haven't smoked my prewriting hash, and as a result you end up with this disorganized garbage, there's no rhythm or flow, it feels piece together and forced, the meaning behind the thoughts is present but the articulation process developed into a clusterfuck of uninspired language.

Ill leave with some quotes and poetry:

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man. -heraclitus

...though if you are paying attention no man ever steps in the same river once.

The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts. Think only on those things that are in line with your principles and can bear the light of day. The content of your character is your choice. Day by day, what you do is who you become. Your integrity is your destiny - it is the light that guides your way."
― Heraclitus


poetry section below
I consider Micheal David Larsen to be a poet.

powder water too
If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested
They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it
And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric
We only know it's a cubicle because we live outside it
Now the one inside the cubicle can't comprehend his measurements
Because measurements are models made up for and by observers
Relative to their position on the outside of the cubicle
Though understand objectively so they can study further
If I grew up in a cubicle the walls are in my universe
I have no knowledge of the entirety like the outsiders do
If you follow what I say and can swallow the powerdered water
Close your eyes and open your minds, this one's for you
And the brain equals a cubicle we'll never think outside it
Now inside wanna try to tie a diagram to modify them
I'm there as a hybrid of a body of a pirate
Of a soul that can fly without control
Realizing the brain ticks at six billion signals per second
And most of hidden and not given to the senses
Whether to do a few futile primitive tools to perception
Livin in a universal pool of first hand deception
is to recieve the signals
And block the ones out that coincide with imprinted symbols
That way the information you obtained is recognized
Reality is thinkable and comparable to space and time
It makes a map of the territory that gives us the gives us
The topic of the Copenhagen interpretation of modern quantum
Physics which states we dont know the meal
We only know the menu that our brains tell us is real
We dont know the rules of our heads
From inside these cubicles we can't see the truth
No one really knows exactly what happens when we think
Therefore we can never really ever know anything
This is the consciousness revolution
You got the right to think
Don't think about it just do it

I am plagued by a yet to be defined mind disorder
Symptoms include delusion to losing the tissue and fluid that borders a bruise contoured to lose core of my aura among other things that clutter dreams and suddenly pull my swollen puppet strings.
Hold and clutch my utterly insecure back-peddling
Please pour the powdered water from the kettle
And load my cup full of adrenaline
Now I can settle in tucked tight between sheet rock and crushed ice
She knocked but I never let her in despite the fact she looked nice in black sediment my head isn't twisted upright, it leans lopsided but eerie enough I still treasure it dearly.
Born in a living tomb, I hope to own the moon with no excuse
Soon to be the groom to a tune close to you
Sail the true stale ocean blue and ate lunch
But corrosion grew for eight months and the Trojan threw a fake punch
And a crow to fool em.
I have sold my sancturary, thank you very much
Buried all I'd carried for a vocabulary brush
And I don't wanna be around when the cherry busts
Cuz when it does/dust settles the flood all of America
It might have been all over if you were to barely thrust
But you got greedy punctured too deep and now she's scared of trust
But who can you trust anyway, every opinion is dated (jaded) by an experience, making any thought a response to a memory.
I am my enemy, can't think my way out of this penitentiary
Embrace the condition humanity's mechanically accepted for centuries
It's the water, is it real?
How does it make you feel
being endlessly dependent on external crutches and shields?
Sleep-walking through the dust covered fields
Haunted by the taunted souls of those who kept the seals closed
I've stretched the distance, and pushed the envelope
This song's become an endless note
For all women and men with hope
Open your eyes, you no longer can float.
You're sinking and drinking the powdered water.
Going to make you choke!
-eyedea ; powdered water too.



The beautiful brunette girl from 26th street, you are sweeter than a sugar-cube of LSD ...maybe next week things will get moving between you and me.

I would feel so fucking stupid if she had tried to talk to me and I just missed it because of my ear phones...

On Friday morning I thought I heard her say "good morning", but I couldn't be sure.

I'm always so shy that I will do my best to pretend like I don't notice her, I try to pretend like she is not even there and I avoid paying any sort of attention to her. Seriously, she could sit on my lap and I would probably still pretend that I had not noticed her...

I can't describe how badly I want this girl, it's really been difficult for me. I've never cared about what anybody thought about me and I've never been self-conscious or nervous around girls before, but there's something about this girl that leaves me permanently and uncontrollably attracted to her. It doesn't seem to matter how much I try to fight it, I'm completely enamored with this girl.

My darling sugaree, my beautiful brunette girl from 26th If Eliza is right and you are reading all this stuff that I write about you, then seriously, next time you see me when you sit down by me, just reach out and tap me on the shoulder, or initiate communication in a way in which I can't not pay attention to you. ...I already think the world of you, I think you are absolutely amazing just the way that you are, and if you would be willing to give me a chance a promise that I will do everything I can to keep you happy, I will dedicate all of my time and energy towards loving you and ensuring that you have everything that your heart desires. I would be so proud to be able to walk down the street with you by my side, I would want everybody to know that you were the most amazing girl on this planet and that you were mine.

Okay, ill stop here, I'm very tired, and disorganized, and I haven't smoked my morning hash yet, well I smoked at like 4:30am before I left the house, but its 9am now, so I need my morning hash if I'm going to be able to produce anything better than this bloody drivel. (I was saying the writing was drivel, not the feelings behind it, I really do love my darling sugaree from 26th, but my skills in placing these sentiments into writing will remain severely diminished until I am able to appropriately cannabinate my blood stream.

[Intrepid_traveler]

Just in case anybody was wondering, in the attached picture, the cactus depicted as the shamanatrix's strap-on trichocereus pachanoi, a mescaline containing cactus from south America with a long history of use an an entheogen and psychedelic.

[Intrepid_traveler]

pac man reference

"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." -Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989

*This quote was actually generated by a comedian named Marcus Brigstocke, which makes it far less funny.

additional pac man reference:

People thinks there's one reality, but there's loads of them, all snaking off, like roots. And what we do on one path affects what happens on the other paths.
Time is a construct.
People think you can't go back and change things, but you can, that's what flashbacks are, they're invitations to go back and make different choices. When you make a decision, you think it's you doing it, but it's not. It's the spirit out there that's connected to our world that decides what we do and we just have to go along for the ride.
Mirrors let you move through time.
The government monitors people, they pay people to be your relatives and they put drugs in your food and they film you.
There's messages in every game.
Like Pac-Man. Do you know what PAC stands for? P-A-C: "program and control." He's Program and Control Man the whole things a metaphor, he thinks he's got free will but really he's trapped in a maze, in a system, all he can do is consume, he's pursued by demons that are probably just in his own head, and even if he does manage to escape by slipping out one side of the maze, what happens? He comes right back in the other side. People think it's a happy game, it's not a happy game, it's a fucking nightmare world and the worst thing is it's real and we live in it.
It's all code. If you listen closely, you can hear the numbers. There's a cosmic flowchart that dictates where you can and where you can't go.
I've given you the knowledge.
I've set you free.
Do you understand?
-Colin Ritman ; bandersnatch