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It's been "known" for probably 20 years, but has only been available on the market for a few years. This particular one replaced 2C-B as the alternative party hallucinogen of choice in the past 2 years or so after 2C-B was scheduled by the DEA. I have a baggie of 2C-B waiting to be tasted, hopefully in the next couple of months. Supposedly it is similar to 2C-I but warmer, mellower and more erotic.

It's unlikely to show up on most piss tests. There are tests specifically for phenethylamines (the family the 2C's belong to), but as far as I know they are very rarely used. It will not show up as an amphetamine metabolite, which is its closest mainstream relative.

It's closer to acid, but more comfortable. There's less profound thoughts and the potential for a bad trip is significantly less. The euphoria was vaguely similar to E, but the absence of empathy and closeness with friends makes the experience very different. Nonetheless, it makes for a very fun evening.

None at all. In fact I expected some, but I was either too engrossed in the movie to notice or it indeed didn't actually occur.

I did, more or less. That's half the fun is experimenting with different stimuli and situations to see how thoughts and perceptions are altered.

Saturday night a friend and my wife joined me at a movie. Although no one was partaking this particular evening, they both agreed that they would not be offended if I enhanced my movie watching experience. I downed 20mg of 2C-I about an hour prior to the start of the movie. Once in the theater things began brewing a little, but it wasn't until near the middle of the movie that things really got going. Probably the first clue I had that it was starting to come on was an enhanced appreciation for the movie. The funny parts were a little funnier to me and the romantic parts were a little more touching. Soon thereafter the visuals began to get more noticeable. The best was to describe the visuals were that they were a sort of pulsing distortion. As with the last time I did this, the visuals were very cyclic and objects would slowly distort and return to normal, distort and return, etc. The film grain in the movie seemed to be more pronounced or noticeable to me than usual. It also seemed that the contrast has been turned down a little and colors were desaturated. They weren't completely greyscale, but they were desaturated enough for me to notice a difference in the film from the beginning to the end. Sound was somewhat altered, but in a pleasing way. The soundtrack of the film sounded very big and enveloped me better than usual. Generally, I think I can pick out the direction of sources of sound in movie theaters, but in this case the sound seemed to come from everywhere and from nowhere in particular. Sounds which were external to the soundtrack sounded "different", though I can't put into words how. It was almost as if I were a participant in the movie and the sounds not in the soundtrack were interrupting reality as they didn't sound like they were part of that world. When the movie was over, leaving the theater was a very interesting experience. My vision was slightly fisheyed and hallways and rooms felt much larger than they really were. There was an interesting body high which enhanced the visual perception; it was almost a euphoric feeling which made me feel lighter and sort of trancy. I would expect that in a club with a big sound system and a good light system, this would be a fantastic time. When we got home we spent several hours just talking and listening to music, where some other interesting things emerged. There were some of the songs that we listened to which, like in the theater, sounded very big and open. My home sound system sounded great and was very close to what I would expect at a club while sober. Bass beats were thumping and midranges were full and balanced. Other songs, however, notably Guns and Roses - Rocketqueen, sounded very tinny and sort of muffled in the bass. I know that when I listen to that song otherwise, it sounds OK., so hearing it sound so bad was a surprise to me. Conversation for me was fluid and interesting while other skills were relatively untouched. There was some visual distortion, but I could type and look up various topical trivia online without too much extra effort. Seven hours from the time of ingestion, my wife and I went to bed. I was definately coming down, but sex was still different and interesting (as it usually is with psychedelics). Sleep came moderately easily and fatigue the next day was pretty limited. However, considering how little sleep both of us got because of other obligations, I don't necessarily consider the fatigue to be a side effect of the 2C-I. Overall, I really liked the experience. I can see why it's so popular with the party crowd these days. The visual and sound distortion would be really fun at a club and the mental accentuation would be fun with a group of friends. I have added such an experience to my TODO list.

A friend was in town this weekend and we decided to do 20mg 2C-E and go see Constantine. We dosed at a little before 8:00pm and went to the 8:30 show. By the time we got to the theater, I could feel something brewing, but was on the level of placebo. As the movie started, I could feel things really starting to come on strongly. I don't know how good the movie would have been to my sober-self, but it was incredibly good at the time. I was totally wrapped up in the suspense and emotion of the movie to the point that I could almost believe that I was there and experiencing what was happening on the screen. Generally speaking, if there were people talking I was half-confused about what was going on. However, the imagery and soundtrack drove my interest and suspense to the point that conversations between my wife (our trip sitter) and my friend became impossible to become interested in despite my interest in what he was doing or thinking. A short time into the movie my friend got the feeling that the dark theme of the movie was going to really make him uncomfortable, so he went out to the lobby to get gum. They didn't sell gum at the concession stand so he went outside into the parking lot to find someone who did. After 10 or 15 mins, he apparently became worried that everyone in the theater was waiting for him to come back and he had exhausted all possible excuses for being gone as long as he had, so he came back. After the movie, we went home to sit around and talk about what we were thinking about. He had the unusual ability to deform space and generate visual effects by manipulating imaginary solid objects with his hands. For at least 8 hours he was walking around twisting, turning, shearing, pushing, pulling and otherwise manipulating imaginary boxes and balls. He would often look down the edge of his hand as if aiming it at something or trying to align it with something. Our math skills were completely blown. It took us at least 30 seconds to agree that it had been almost 4 hours since we dosed. After some bit of silence I said that it was a strange feeling I was having, like I was waiting for the next event to happen rather than doing something. He agreed that any old event would do, even the mention of waiting for the next event was a perfectly good event to happen. Conversation among the three of us jumped from topic to topic with the two of us often forgetting what the original question or topic was. My wife would sometimes bring us back to the original point, but more often she would just let us flow from one thing to the next in a sometimes in coherent fashion. We talked a little bit about the movie, some of which my wife tried to explain to us. However, neither of us were able to comprehend what she was saying and we agreed to ask her again the next day when we were more coherent. Music was pretty good. For me it was slightly enhanced, but for my friend it was signifigantly better. He especially liked to listen to music and watch the visualizations generated by Windows Media Player. Television was somewhat interesting, but we were mostly just looking for something that we would both not watch as opposed to something we could both watch. I think with the two of us constantly engaging each other, sleep was more difficult that if we had done it alone. In the past I've been able to sleep after 5 or 6 hours, but this time neither of us got to sleep for at least 13 hours. Overall this is a very good substance. To me it was a completely different experience with another person who had partaken than when it was just me doing it alone. In either case, it's not a profound experience. It's a powerful mind-altering agent, but it does not give you any great feelings of profundidy, paranoia or fear. It's very easygoing, playful and down to earth, but definately a very strong experience.

Search for my old messages. I wrote up trip reports for maybe a half-dozen of them a few months ago. There are still places to get many of them, though you have to order from overseas to get the good ones.

They're more elliptical than I remembered, but the rest of my description stands. I just scanned these out of my personal stash, so it's the real deal.

There is a South American pharmaceutical supplier who has Xanax 2mg in his inventory. They are rather small, sorta diamond shaped (almost elliptical), purple with the text FRONTAL 1.0 stamped on one side. I believe they are scored for halves on the back. If there is interest, I can post a photo.

I forgot to add one thing that I do remember. There was a point where I sat down in front of my computer to check out my vision and motor skills. Vision was doubled, tripled, maybe quadrupled and quite blurry. But while I was sitting there, I got a strong feeling that what I was doing was scripted. I probably sat there for 5 mins waiting to see what would happen next before I realized that there was no script and no expected events or behavior. My paranoia escalated at that point (again) and I got worried about "them" finding out. Fortunately, I seemed to have the attention span of a 2 year old, so I don't remember those feelings persisting for very long.

Oct 23rd, I dosed 30mg of 2C-T-7 for the first time expecting something rather similar to 2C-T-2. My wife and I sat down to watch Cirque du Soleil and wait for me to come up. After about an hour and a half, I began to notice slightly altered perception and/or thought patterns. It was fairly subtle until the end of the DVD when we went to the bedroom. I was talking to my wife about something (exactly what, I don't remember....this seems to be the theme for the night) and began to laugh. The laughter made me think of other things which led me to other things, each step becoming funnier and funnier until I was cackling obnoxiously at apparently nothing. My wife said something to the effect of "I'm surprised the neighbors haven't complained" or "I bet the neighbors can hear you" or something like that. All of the sudden, despite the fact that we have lived in a house for 3 years, I felt like I was back at the apartment we shared before we got married. The mention of neighbors hearing me reminded me of our loud next door and upstairs neighbors in the apartment and shortly thereafter, I was there. The room looked the same as it always does, but I just had a strong feeling that there were people living above us and on the other side of the wall closest to us. I think (but can't be sure....again, memory is really bad regarding events and their chronology) it was about that time that the mild paranoia began to hit me. I felt like I was imminently close to being arrested or "discovered" or something. I apparently followed my wife around the house bugging her about this. I remember asking "am I just out of my mind?" and her being somewhat agitated at me for asking. I discovered the next morning that I had asked that question seemingly dozens of times and my wife had no idea what the fuck I was talking about. Then I asked her "do you think they'll find out?" to which my wife almost yelling at me said "WHO WILL FIND OUT WHAT?". I apparently persisted asking these questions until I remember asking her again if she thought I was crazy, to which she responded something to the effect of "the more you ask that the closer I get to saying it....yes....you're fucking crazy". My wife rarely takes a strong interest in what I am dosing on until I give her the full report. She either likes the report and tries it or doesn't and forgets all about it. However, my erratic behavior made her jump on the computer and ask me what I took and how much. I told her (I only vaguely remember telling her) whereupon she started reading trip reports on erowid to get a better idea of what the hell I was doing. Most of the night feels very dream-like and sometimes almost surreal to me, so I don't know how long she sat there reading. It only seemed like a few seconds; maybe a minute or two. Anyway, the stuff my wife likes are sensual and empthogenic substances. For some reason, I guess I began to feel like I was not under the influence of a strong psychedelic, but rather a strongly sensual sexy-type drug. This wasn't really the case, and I have no explanation for why I thought that way. When my wife asked me some question about it with the connotation that this one was not a good one for either of us, I almost felt like I could "show" her or tell her how sensual and awesome this was (?). I remember saying "I'm going to flip this 180 degrees in 5 seconds....give me 5 seconds and I'm going to turn this completely around". That apparently became my catch phrase for the next hour. Although I don't remember saying it more than once, my wife said I annoyed the hell out of her saying it over and over. She told me the next morning she was pissed because I kept saying I was going to turn everything around and then I never said or did anything, just went back into my jabbery trance state. She also told me the next morning that at one point I was talking in the bedroom and looking out the window. She was listening and said it sounded like I was talking to her, having a full conversation even though she had said nothing and was not in the room. She said she came to the doorway of the bedroom and watched me having a conversation with an imaginary person. I (obviously) don't remember that at all, but I do remember a short period of time where I heard my wife saying things that were somewhat out of character, I thought. What she said was personal, but was very surprising to me then and now. I have not yet asked her if she actually said what I remember her saying, but I intend to after I've thought about it some more. This brings me to another point about T7. I had a hard time reconcilling the events of the night as my wife told it with what my memory tells me. I still don't think I'm completely there, but I think about it fairly often to try to integrate it all. This was nothing like 2C-T-2 to me. 2C-T-2 was much more serene, much less dissociative, much more introspective, and more fun for me. I think that with the T7, I may have been having full blown visual and aural hallucinations. The evidence for that is the conversation with an imaginary person event as described by my wife. During a temporally disjointed (in my memory anyway) conversation with my wife, I was in almost a dance club environment. While there were no people there, there were colored lights, fog and I felt the general "feel" of a club. For whatever reason, this didn't seem abnormal to me at the time, and I couldn't really appreciate it. I need to go back and re-read a bunch of trip reports and see how common this type of thing is with 2C-T-7. The bottom line is that this was the strangest trip I have ever had. The strength and character of the substance was something, I don't think I was fully prepared for. I'm not sure whether I was very sensitive to it and need to lower the dose for a more enjoyable time, or if it really is that freaking weird an experience. I need to try it again at that dose to see if I can better prepare myself and have a better time, but I'm open to feedback from other people who have tried it. This is not something I would like to do on a weekly basis or even on a monthly basis. I think maybe once a year is about my threshold for this kind of experience.

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I think it comments less on the state of our law enforcement than on the state of the War on Drugs. Not that I think law enforcement officers are all that and a bag of chips, but when the business sells a product with unlimited demand to a completely inelastic market there's no way (short of totalitarian tyrrany) to control that business. I find it rather amazing that anyone familiar with economics (particularly our supposedly educated lawmakers and presidents) can be so blind to such facts. Seems the country is drowning in an ever deepening pile of dogma and fanaticism. Of couse, there's no love lost between myself and any of the law enforcement-types from police up to the three letter organizations. They're all fuckers as far as I'm concerned. But I digress...

You prefer 2,4,6 trimethoxyamphetamine, 2,5-dimethoxy-4-ethyl-phenethylamine, 2,5-dimethoxy-4-chloro-phenethylamine, etc.?

If you are really interested in home brew Shulgin's books PHIKAL and TIHKAL have the procedure he used to make each of these chems. Beware, it's not for the faint of heart of the short of cash.

No. Some of them I got from domestic suppliers before the DEA busted a few of them. Others I got from overseas. This one in particular I got in a trade with a friend. I gave him some IAP and he gave me some DiPT.

Good question! Most of these things I've tried have a place or situation or activity that makes them good. What's good for one drug completely sucks for another. I guess my "good" list would be these: * 2C-E - strongly psychedelic. good for idle activity like watching tv. * 2C-T-2 - a really deep experience, strongly introspective. I have to lay down for most of this trip because of its depth * 2C-C - good for social situations, makes everything funny and good natured. My wife and I have a blast with this. * TMA-2 - strong music euphoria without body load or discomfort. Probably good for anywhere music might be playing. I've still got about 10 left to try (TMA-6, DPT, 2C-T-21, 2C-T-4, 2C-D, 2C-T-7, AMT, 4-HO-MiPT, 5-MeO-MiPT, 5-MeO-AMT), but I'm taking a few weeks hiatus before I go back to my experiements. This one was my least favorite so far. In fact, I'm giving away what's left of it (about 100mg).

This weekend I decided to try some recently acquired DiPT. I dosed 50mg at around 8:15 Friday night and watched TV waiting for things to happen. By 9:30 or so, the effects were hitting pretty heavy, namely a marked depression in the pitch of every sound I heard. Although there was a definate trypamine buzz going on, it wasn't as strong as 4-HO-DiPT or 5-MeO-DiPT. I went to the bedroom where I had prepared an extensive musical playlist, put on the headphones and prepared for the long night. Classical-type music didn't sound bad other than everything was severely out of tune. The music was recognizable, albeit a little difficult to listen to. However, rock (or anything with guitars for that matter) was horrible. The sounds were so distorted and out of tune it made listening to many songs nearly unbearable. A good number of songs were completely unrecognizable until I listened to the lyrics for several minutes. Throughout the night, if I closed my eyes and only passively listened to the music, my thoughts would start to wander in a trippy way and eventually the mood of the song set the stage for the trip. As the songs changed, so did the trip. I don't remember anything in particular about the trip, though. It was a very lightweight trip and I was easily able to shrug it off. It was sort of a mental ++ to go with my physical +++. There were a couple of odd things that happened though. I took the headphones off a few times through the night to get a break from the god-awful music playing and found that I was able to conjur up sounds and almost physically hear them. Police sirens blared in my ears for a few seconds before I raised my head off of the pillow and realized I was creating the sound on my own. I tried it with other sounds, a telephone ringing - yep, I could hear it. I tried a few other sounds (don't remember them now) and each time I was able to hear the sound I was imagining. The other strange thing was that I would get into looping thoughts and "snap" out of it back into reality. This is no different than any other tryptamine I've tried, but in this case when I snapped back, I heard a very loud sound that startled me. Twice this occured and was the weirdest thing to happen all night. The first time, the sound was like a flyswatter on aluminum foil *THWAP*. The second time was louder and I haven't yet come up with a description for the sound it made. It was something like SPLOINK, but very harsh and loud. Scared the piss out of me. I listened to music for most of the night, though I managed to get a couple of hours sleep. Throughout the entire night, I never had anything to drink, yet I had to get up to pee three times. By about 6am, my wife was waking up and we started talking. I was still buzzing pretty hard and the aural effects were still going strong. Voices sounded like a robotic frog under water and I felt like I had cotton in my ears. My wife's mother was coming over and we had to do some shopping, so I was hoping everything would die down in the next few hours. No such luck. Even by noon, when we went shopping, I was still high as a kite (though mentally I was back at baseline). I found that I had trouble with more than just the pitch of sounds. I couldn't judge my earshot radius for lack of a better term. I couldn't tell if I was talking too loud or soft for people around me to hear. For example, if I wanted to make a comment to my wife about something I saw without the person I was talking about hearing me, it would be very difficult for me to find the volume needed for my wife to hear me, but the other person to not be able to. I was also very agitated by multiple sounds. The hustle bustle of the store, plus the voice on the intercom and conversation with my wife all mixed together was maddening. One sound would predominate (although it wasn't necessarily the loudest sound) and the rest of them just became very annoying background noise. After about 45 mins at the store I was ready to kill people. 24 hours after ingestion, I was still mildly buzzing and still had a tightness or uneasiness in my stomach, though it didn't really amount to nausea. I went to beed Saturday night with pitch depression still in full effect, and hoped that by morning my hearing would be close to normal. So here I am, almost 60 hours later and sounds are still slightly depressed in pitch. The effects have faded considerably over the last 24 hours, but I am still not completely out of the woods. Music still sounds pretty bad, though everything is recognizable to me now. I expect I will be 100% back to baseline by tomorrow morning. This is not something I expect I will be trying again. My wife and I had some productive conversation, though I'm not sure how much of it was the drug. That's about the only positive thing I can come up with. The sounds were awful and I lived in an alien world all weekend. The body load wasn't bad, but for the depth of the trip was too much for me. I'll tolerate body load with no problems if there are interesting mental effects. Unfortunately, there was only a slight change in perception for me and the mindfuck wasn't deep enough to me to justify the totally crappy living conditions for upwards of 36 hours, and the distorted sounds for 60+ hours. I give this one two thumbs down, though I think all interested parties should do it once just so you appreciate how pleasant life normally sounds.

I had ordered some TMA-2 from a foreign supplier a few months ago and decided to give it a whirl this weekend. I dosed 40mg at around 6:45pm Friday night and sat down in front of the TV to await the results. Almost immediately, I got an alert. I am almost never able to distinguish between my own excitement or anxiety and initial effects of the drugs I am taking. However, this was unmistakable and very clearly related to the TMA-2. Over the course of 2 episodes of CSI, the initial effects started to grow and ended up about 2 hours later as an almost nervous ball of energy inside me while my exterior was very relaxed. In fact I was so relaxed that despite all the energy broiling inside, I didn't really have the motivation to get up and do anything. At around 8:15 my wife I went to our bedroom to hang out. Conversation flowed between the two of us (my wife did not dose), and I was able to listen to her talk about things that usually either bug me or that I have no patience for. Eventually we had a conversation about the telecom switch at her workplace which turned hilarious. Some manual she had been reading said that doing such and such in the call tree invoked vector processing. All I could think of was that the switch was multiplying matrices or something for no good reason before connecting the call to the appropriate queue. I started laughing and said "Quick, find the eigenvalues of this 4x4" which made my wife laugh at me (not with me). By this time it was probably around 10:30 and I still not have any indication that this was going to turn out well. The effects had not changed at all for a couple of hours and I had pretty much written this one off as a dud. My wife and I tried the obligatory sexual activity, which turned out mediocre at best. It was slightly different, but not too much; it was good but not great and not worse than usual. In fact the only thing really out of the ordinary was that near my orgasm I got into very light psychedelic thought patterns, but they disappeared quickly and only served to reinforce my thoughts that this was a nonstarter. After sex, we turned the lights off and my wife drifted off to sleep. I, however, was wide awake with nothing to do. I tried laying there with my eyes closed to see if my thoughts would travel deeper into psychedelia with not too much success. I got up to my computer, put headphones on and started playing Thornley's "Easy Come". BAM! Now I was getting somewhere. After over 4 hours of wait time, I was finally transported to somewhere interesting. Throughout the trip, visuals (open or closed eye) never materialized. However, music was incredible. The first time though the song, the line which goes "I got the necessary tools..." grabbed my attention for some reason. I set Winamp on repeat, turned my monitor off and lied down on the bed with my eyes closed listening to the song play. The sound was BIG and wide open like I was in an amphiteater or something. The opening guitar riffs began to sound like power tools on a work site. Not literally, of course, but because those lyrics had grabbed my mind I started associating various instruments with construction-type activity. It was like the song started up with a couple of people powering on a circular saw (or something similar). The drums became hammers or pile drivers and the bass guitar drove the entire symphony. The music was deliciously syncopated and the song as a whole was just rippin' through my head. I must have listened to that song a dozen times before I realized that I should try other things to see if other music was as enticing. I tuned Winamp to a shoutcast server streaming Trance and again turned the monitor off and lay on the bed listening. Again, the sound was huge, but this time was more like loudpseakers all around me as if I were in a nightclub. My wife and I used to go to an after-hours club that catered to the Ecstasy crowd. We would do our X there and the music would just drive us to the point that dancing was almost involuntary. This was almost the same kind of feeling without the need to dance. It was a more hypnotic feeling, like I was totally content to drift off into another world with the music. The more I listened the deeper I got into the music until I was almost detatched from my body. There was only my brain in this wide open space and music all around me. It was exceedingly pleasant and completely cancelled out the nervous energy I had all evening. Up to this point I was planning on giving away the remainder of the TMA-2, but was beginning to have second thoughts. I don't know how long I spent swimming in the incredible sounds, but after some time I decided I was drowsy enough and relaxed enough to get some sleep. When I got up to my computer I realized that there were some pretty extreme spatial distortions. Everything was stretched vertically, but not horizontally. Rather than square, my monitor was rectangular and my mouse was moving much farther up and down than I expected it to. My keyboard seemed to be stretched and almost trapezoid shaped. I dinked around on the computer for a few minutes to check out the distortions and then went back to bed. Throughout the night I woke up several times and played the Thornley song again and again. It was never quite as good as the first set, but was still really nice. My wife and I woke up (actually our daughter woke us up) at around 6am. I still had some remnants of the energy inside, but it was tolerable. I didn't feel tired or drained and surprisingly enough, never felt that way until Saturday evening befoe we went to bed. The nervous energy eventually subsided around noon, I think and I had no hangover or other residual effects all weekend. The more I thought about it, the more I really liked this chemical. Like I said, I had planned on ditching the rest of it, but now I don't want to do that at all. In fact, I'm almost inclined to buy more to keep on hand just in case. I would be interested in trying this at a concert or nightclub to see if that big open-air sound is the same or better. However, the very relaxing effects may make that less enjoyable than listening to music through headphones and doing nothing. I'd also like to try different types of music and see how they grab me. I suspect that any kind of music I like would be fantastic. I don't know when, but I am certainly planning on doing this one again.

Exploration in the case of psychedelics. Because it feels good in the case of narcotics and MDMA. Who wants to NOT do something that feels good?

"Are you awake?" I was really tired

I work in the technology building for a very large financial organization. Needless to say there are very few women to begin with around here. Almost none of them are bangable. My boss is probably the hottest thing around and she's too dingy to be attractive to me. There's a project manager that's popular around the office, but she's wayyyyyyyyy too dingy for me (and many others, I might add). Another project manager we have is a little heavy but fun and cute, but obnoxious as hell and I can only tolerate her in small doses. Plus her mouth is constantly moving. 'Nuff said. In short: No.

My gf's (now wife) mom. I was flying into DC from Phoenix every other week and staying every off weekend with my gf in PA, who was staying at her parents' place after her divorce. Her mom just waltzes into her room to see us doing it doggie style. All three of us were embarrassed as hell. Her mom just said "oh....sorry" and closed the door. Conversation was terse for the rest of the day.

My wife and my first date was purely for sex. Although, we had a good time for the entire weekend (not just that portion spent under the sheets). Perhaps that why we're married. No first date interview and pretending to be who you aren't. She had been married the entire time I knew her beforehand so we knew each other fairly well. As for discussing past relationships, my wife and I do it all the time, but I'm not sure how well that works for a lot of people. My wife and I aren't your average fare when it comes to most topics that are sensitive to most people.