"A GIANT CHINESE FINGER TRAP MADE OF RAINBOWS TRIED TO SUCK ME INTO THE SKY" - PART 2My Many Trips Into the World of Chemical Psychedelics
TEXT BY D. H. TICKLISH, ILLUSTRATIONS BY TARA SINN
5-MeO-DMT
Dose: smoked 5 mg, nasal 15 mg
My proposed street name: Crystal Death
This one actually occurs in nature. A rare variety of desert toad squirts it on predators in order to render them defenseless in a psychedelicized stupor. The dose is about the size of one grain of salt and when smoked it sends the user into a death trance. It is not uncommon for people high on this stuff to pee their pants.
“Psychedelic” does not quite describe the 5-MeO-DMT experience. If there was a chemical way to shoot yourself in the face and survive, this is it. Once I gave it to a drunk guy who didn’t believe there was such a thing as psychedelic toad venom. Within moments his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the floor motionless. When he regained consciousness (after vomiting on me while passed out), he said he had touched God.
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AMT |
Dose: oral 22 mg
My proposed street name: 7-Up
Another psychedelic amphetamine that is totally synthetic and never gained any significant level of popularity in the United States. Around 2001 a couple of suburban teens overdosed on it and the DEA immediately put it in the same legal schedule as heroin. Last time I took 2C-T-7, the moment I began to hallucinate I decided to get on a cheap, Chinese-immigrant-run bus to a city that is five hours away from where I live. I closed myself in the bathroom and pretended I was time-traveling in a septic tank, and when we arrived at our destination the driver had to pry open the bathroom door.
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Dose: oral 40 mg
My proposed street name: Jaw Clench Vomit Powder
This drug was born in Russia 50 years ago. Pharmaceutical companies marketed it as an antidepressant called Indopan. I think the problem was that it worked too well and it didn’t take long before people realized it was capable of sending them into an insane vibrating notionscape if they simply took twice the dosage.
During my first trip on AMT, I was supposed to stop briefly at a party before going to a friend’s house. I foolishly took the pill beforehand and ended up staying at the party the entire night exchanging pleasantries with strangers while watching them melt into the carpet. I was actually having the time of my life until I had to pee and realized that it was a psychological impossibility. |
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DIPT |
Dose: oral 17 mg
My proposed street name: C-Esspool
This one is somewhat related to mescaline but about 20 times stronger. It made me so violently nauseous that I vomited out of my nose. Later that night I collapsed on a bench and watched the trees lining the roads slowly grow genitalia—splintery leafed penises and big sappy vaginas. I sat watching this in awe with two friends while taking an occasional whippit, but after a while a passing woman suddenly started beating the shit out of her boyfriend ten feet in front of me. It was more of a downer than a thousand Chris Farley overdoses. When the cops showed up I was climbing one of the vagina trees to get a better view. |
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Dose: oral 70 mg
My proposed street name: Dipthong
Whenever people ask me what DIPT is like, I have trouble explaining it. It is vaguely related to mushrooms, but at the same time not really. It’s totally synthetic—a lab-made psychedelic anomaly that only affects the regions of your brain dedicated to auditory perception. DIPT gives you ultra-sensitive canine hearing and drops the pitch of all sounds down a couple of octaves. Sound waves that fall below the human range of hearing are called infrasound and are associated with earthquakes, exploding volcanoes, and screaming whales. On DIPT, I was listening to a steady infrasonic thrum being generated by a parking meter. Everything sounds like you’re underwater, in a broken transistor radio, talking to a bullfrog. I could hear people having conversations inside their apartments as I walked down the street. I also learned to translate the language birds speak. I still have the notebook I was carrying, which has about 40 pages of phonetically transcribed bird chirps that read like this: “percheap twererp cherwerp.”
DIPT is like a fun version of being schizophrenic, but I stopped taking it after a high-dose trip where I had an epiphany and figured out that fire-engine and ambulance sirens are a citywide conspiracy to give people headaches. Also (and in retrospect I should never have done this), riding a crowded city train through a not-so-great neighborhood while on this drug was comparable to listening to a thousand howler monkeys being burned alive through a stethoscope. |
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Dose: smoked 50 mg
My proposed street name: Demetri
This one is a classic but still a lot of people have never tried it. You can inject it, snort it, smoke it, or eat it—and have a totally different experience each time. Once I smoked 50 mg after taking a special type of antidepressant that makes it impossible for your body to break down the drug. I began having a vicious argument with my left hand, speaking from both sides—my hand’s point of view and my face’s. I said, “I’m sorry. I will never do drugs again,” and my hand replied, “It’s too late!” I thought I was every crazy person that had ever lived in the past, present, and future simultaneously. A lot of people report having sexual encounters with aliens while on this drug but I think before experimenting with DMT, those people experimented with being molested. |
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 Anonymous, on Jun 28, 2009 wrote:
oh god i did 4 hits of DOI the week i was packign up my house for a move, i thought the speed aspect of the trip would encourage me to get things done, instead i went to a party and had intense spectral light hallucinations inside a garage filled with kids i knew from high school playing beer pong. i ended up running home and two days later when i started to come down i went to a body works exhibit. smoked about 8 dmt trips in between that time mostly trying to find out where i could play basketball with machine elves in outer space, it didn’t hurt that they sometimes transformed into japanese cage dancing strippers with those thigh high boots and bright neon colored geometric 80’s bandaid miniskirts.
what a fucking adventure, i mean, except for the whole part about how i dyed my hair pitch black a few days before and i was terribly upset about the fact that i only had checkered clothing to wear (all i could find while moving)
sigh, the good old days. | | Anonymous, on Apr 16, 2009 wrote:
""The first time I snorted DPT it terrified me so much I felt like I had just railed a line of haunted houses.""
Greatest line ever. | | Anonymous, on Mar 8, 2009 wrote:
DPT is DiPropylTryptamine, and its a highly active psychedelic, more potent by weight than DMT in fact. why do people insist on making corrections when they have no idea what their talking about? | | Anonymous, on Nov 21, 2008 wrote:
DPT isn’t a psychedelic. its a deliriant and there’s an analogue of it in benedryl called DPH. Anyone who says that DPx is fun is a liar | | Anonymous, on Oct 12, 2008 wrote:
You guys are all fucking stupid. Weren’t doing "mind altering" drugs cool when were all what...freshman in high school?
Grow up, Get a life and starting being a human.
Douche Bags. | | Anonymous, on Sep 21, 2008 wrote:
about 6 years ago it was pretty easy to get this this stuff, now its all rare as hens teeth and its only getting more and more unusual. 50 years ago you could order LSD from chem supply catalogues too you know! anyway i envy this guy and his insane collection.
if the RC community read vice and saw this they would flip their fucking lids. | | |
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