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The Trade Winds / Ebay
« Last post by JRL on January 21, 2019, 02:52:14 PM »
Has anyone bought ethnobotanical products or plants on ebay? How did it work out?
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Stonehenge on January 20, 2019, 07:30:57 PM »
But feel free to post your thoughts, I'm sure a few have the knowledge to comment on them
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Stonehenge on January 19, 2019, 08:18:51 PM »
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
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 19, 2019, 11:03:34 AM »
Spent the morning freeze precipitating 1-allyl-2,5-dimethoxy-3,4-methylenedioxybenzene from the commercially available essential oil of parsley...

I have been really into the magic of essential oils and the phenylpropenes contained within them.

piperine ((2E,4E)-5-(2H-1,3-Benzodioxol-5-yl)-1-(piperidin-1-yl)penta-2,4-dien-1-one ) for example, is found in black pepper, (the type you shake onto food as a spice) and can be converted into Piperonal. Piperine can be converted to piperonal by ozonolysis and oxidative cleavage with potassium permanganate and tetrahydrofuran, the piperonal can then be converted into 3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl-2-nitropropene (MDP2NP) and 3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl-2-propanone (MDP2P) which can then be converted into 3,4-methylenedioxy-n-methyl-amphetamine, MDMA. So, with the right set of chemistry knowledge and skills one can start with common black pepper ( Piper nigrum) and end up with MDMA.

Speaking of MDMA from common food sources, this one usually surprises people, vanilla extract. One can extract vanillin from common vanilla extract. The vanillin can then be converted to piperonal (3,4-methylenedioxybenzaldehyde) by demethylation with pyridine and aluminium chloride followed by methylenation with DCM (dichloromethane), and, as before the piperonal can be converted into 3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl-2-nitropropene (MDP2NP) and 3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl-2-propanone (MDP2P), which can then be converted into MDMA.

Its funny that if one wanted to do so they could obtain their starting materials from the local grocery store, and I'm sure you could buy as much vanilla extract, black pepper and essential oil of parsley as you want without anyone ever thinking "this person is manufacturing psychedelic empathogen/entactogens"

...however, it has been brought to my attention that a chlorinated analogue of piperonal (6-chloropiperonal) was created during the oxidation process. The 6-chloropiperonal present after the oxidation process eventually leads to 2-chloro-4,5-methylenedioxymethamphetamine (6-Cl-MDMA) being present in the end product. Very little data exists regarding 6-chloro-MDMA's pharmacological properties, (though I don't see why the compound would not display some similar pharmacological properties to MDMA) so its always been a concern that this compound is most likely the result of synthesis....

Being a clandestine chemist is boring, and as I said before, its very isolating. Even if I wanted to discuss chemistry with people in my daily life none of them understand it. ...just like everything else. Nobody has ever heard of Terence McKenna, Nick sand, tim scully Alexander shulgin, David E. Nichols, and so on, none of them have ever read Plato, Heraclitus, or even William Blake, it seems they don't even know basic world history. Uggghh, the other day I was speaking about how Hannibal had led his Carthaginian army over the Alps in 218 BC, and how he had even managed to take war elephants with him, bringing the war directly into Italy through a route which the Romans would have deemed impossible, and the person I was speaking with (from ARTS) interrupted me and started talking about cannibals and Hollywood films, then it hit me, this person had no idea who Hannibal even was, this person thought I was talking about "silence of the lambs"... I began to feel sick to my stomach and ended the conversation.

Its funny though, you can easily mess with them, the "dihydrogen monoxide" bit is one of my favorites, and most people never figure it out. It shows that people don't pay close attention (and that people who don't understand chemistry really fear it)

Its so frustrating dealing with the majority of people I encounter.

Okay, I've got to get back to the lab.

Thank God there are intelligent, educated, free thinking, and good hearted people out there, they are few and far between, and are never easy to find, but thank God they exist,
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 18, 2019, 09:56:46 AM »
I really thought today was going to be the day she finally made an effort to talk to me.

I had been up all night taking MDMA with friends and was still dressed in "party cloths", so I had on a pair of really nice denim jeans, a brand new shirt, and some new kicks, which even though they are skate shoes they are the 2001 osiris D3's so they almost look like sports shoes, or moon boots, so it felt kind of strange to sport them, but they were so damned comfortable after a while I forgot about how silly they look, seriously, its like having pillows strapped to your feet... Anyway, I was brain dead from coming off of the MDMA and dressed like a psychedelic rich-boy clown, so needless to say I was quite a bit more shy than usual.

I must look pretty foolish sitting right next to this amazing girl trying as hard as I can to ignore her...

I think she needs to just walk up and slap me in the face. ...though with how shy I am she could probably walk up and sit in my lap and I would still be pretending like I didn't notice her.

Seriously though, she needs to walk up and tear off my headphones and say "stop being so shy and start making me happy"

Seriously though, eventually one if us is going to crack and things will get moving from there, either I will get a chance to love her or I will be rejected, regardless, it will be the end of this awkward "let's sit next to each other and wait for the other person to initiate interaction" phase.

Either she likes me, which I hope is the case, or she is just fucking with me, which is what Eliza thinks is going on.

...I wanted to say to Eliza "if she was reading my online declarations of love for her, why would she not just create an account here and say hello?

Its a crazy situation...

I HOPE she knows I love her, and I know she knows where to find me everyday of the week besides Sunday, I hope she can get over whatever is stopping her from either giving me a chance or rejecting me and just get it over with.

...I know in this situation I'm pretty much guaranteed to end up with a broken heart.

Still, all she has to do is say she wants so and I would give her a lifetime of love and devotion , she just has to make that simple first step and I will be hers and only hers.

What else could I say? If she was reading this what could I say? "Look, I'm shy, I can be hard to approach, and I'm sure this introduction situation is going to be awkward for both of us, but I think I'm in love with you, and I would do anything and everything I could for you, all you have to do is show me that you want it, just get things moving and I will always stay by your side, you have nothing to worry about, I love you for exactly who you are, you are perfect just by being yourself, and I know that there is so much I can do to make you happy, you just have to tell me that you will give me a chance.

...I can't understand why she wouldn't at least give me a chance. I'm not that bad looking, I actually have a body like Bruce Lee, but since I always wear large and baggy clothing there's no way anyone would really no that, any way, I know I'm not the best looking guy, but it's not like I'm horrible looking or anything, and I have a good heart...

Its Friday, and the beautiful brunette girl from 26th street is only around on Wednesday, Thursday, and Fridays, so all I can do is hope and pray that next week will contain my lucky day.
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 17, 2019, 01:03:54 PM »
There was a typo, it was supposed to say "I Actually like her".

This is such a strange situation, even with Eliza and the things she says set aside, it's still a strange situation.

I really really like this girl, I think she is perfect, and even if by some chance Eliza was actually telling the truth I honestly don't care, I still think it would be better for me to take my chances.

The thing is, I honestly believe that I could see her every day for the rest of my life and she would just quietly sit next to me, and it's kind of driving me crazy, she is really not making any of this easy for me.

I know in person I can be somewhat difficult to approach, but at the same time, I very publicly proclaim my love for this girl online nearly every day, and if Eliza is not lying to me this girl is very aware of it.

If Eliza is lying, and this girl doesn't know who I am and doesn't know that I am in love with her then there have been some incredibly improbable coincidences, but it's still possible.

I'm actually hoping that Eliza is right and this girl already knows I'm in love with her.

One of these days I'm not going to be able to ignore her and will have to just get things moving. I just wish to God that she would just say hello.

...ill probably end up saying something stupid the first time I talk to her. See, she is lucky, I already love her for exactly who she is, all she has to do is be herself and I would always be more than happy to love her, while in my situation, it's all an unknown,'s strange, I feel incredibly comfortable around her, yet she still makes me really self-conscious, I feel like I'm not going to be what she wants, and of coarse I'm going to be myself for better or worse, I guess I'm just worried that she won't like who I am. ( I'm actually an incredibly caring, compassionate, good hearted and loving person, but I still worry that maybe she just won't like me)

 and in situations like this I am almost guaranteed to end up with a broken heart, but I still feel she is worth it. This girl really is special, and I would do absolutely anything for her.

If you're ever in need
There's no limit to what I'll do
Work eight days a week, baby
And give it all to you
That's what love will do for you
That's what love will make you do
No matter how hard I fight
Baby, I'm still in love you
When they speak of beauty
You can stand the test
When they talk about making love
Baby, you've got to be the best
That's what love will do for you
That's what love will make you do
-jerry Garcia

...that song is a little exaggerated for the situation but the sentiment is the same, which is "I really like this girl and I would do anything for her."

I want this girl for exactly who she is, there's nothing she needs to add, or do, she just needs to be herself and I would give her a lifetime of love and devotion. I would give her anything that her heart desires and would be dedicated to her and only her.

I'm going to take what Eliza says with a grain of salt for now,
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 17, 2019, 09:27:27 AM »
Eliza tells me a lot about this girl.

I saw her today. She sat next to me again. Eliza says I should be creeped out, she thinks it's strange that this girl knows who I am yet pretends she doesn't and still sits next to me every time I see her. Eliza says if I knew her I would want nothing to do with her.

I still can't say, I mean, I like her, and I know it's beyond just wanting to fuck her, I actually her, yet all of my friends say she is poison and to avoid her.

...I wish she would speak up on the matter. I mean, how hard is it to say hello?
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 16, 2019, 09:06:05 AM »
She Sat right next to me, the whole time I would catch myself wanting to put an arm around her, or would almost burst into conversation, then I would remember that I don't really know this girl and stop myself.

The beautiful brunette girl from 26th street, my darling sugaree, sweeter than a sugarcube of LSD, what's stopping you from being with me?

Well, if Eliza is right, and this girl knows exactly who I am, and she knows I'm in love with her, then I can't understand what's stopping her. I mean, if she knows I love her and wasn't interested she could always choose to sit far away from me, or catch a different bus all together, if she wasn't interested why would she sit right next to me every time?

Anytime you decide to shake things up my darling sugaree you will know where to find me, and if you ever want pure love and total devotion all you have to do is say so.
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 14, 2019, 09:59:05 AM »
What a bizarre night...

My head is still in a psychedelic spin.

I was turned inside out.

...good God.

Everybody assumes that the life of a clandestine psychedelic chemist must be a lot of fun, which it is, but it's also incredibly isolating. I have to sacrifice normalcy in every manner just to produce the molecules that I love. I can't make new friends, and if I do I have to constantly keep them away from my actual life. I can't even blow up on my enemies, the other day one of them said something rude to me and I wanted to punch their lights out, but because I had 26g of MDMA in my backpack I had to ignore them and just keep moving.

There are only 3 people who know about my work, and believe me, I understand that at any point their knowledge could come back and bite me in the ass. Its exhausting.

Its a reclusive life, you can't tell anybody what you are doing, and for the sake of self-preservation you really don't want to.

At least I have the girls. The girls know I'm a chemist, and since they consume first hand the products of my labor they know what type of chemist I actually am, yet I don't have issue here, these girls don't know where the lab is, they don't know where my actual house is, and most of them would tell you that they don't even know my real name (which of coarse they do know my name, but when my little sugarees decide to shake things up they know to tell them that they don't know me) so there's no risk there, well, not much of one any way.

An older hippie friend of mine always tells me that I am the reincarnation of John Griggs, only with the combined chemical talent of albert hofmann and sasha shulgin, and I think that myself and Mr. Griggs really did have a ton in common, particularly when it came to our outlook on psychedelics.

...words can't change minds and lives they way that a psychedelic experience can. Psychedelics can remove our neurosis and show us how to live with one another and love one another, it's not a coincidence that the great San Francisco acid wave and the summer of love occurred simultaneously. Psychedelics allow us to see that we are all the same and that we need to love and support one another, there is no "us" and "them", we are all in this together.

...damn, what a night. Strange thoughts looming in from the time fog on this cold January morning. Still in a state of utter disbelief and not yet fully emerged from my cloud of intoxication I contemplate the vicissitudes of my past and present, such strange memories roll through my exhausted mind.

We have entered a time where materialism is running rampant and where greed is back in style. It doesn't surprise me that this newer generation thinks that the 1980s were such a "cool" decade, as they embody the same aspirations and attitudes of that time.

The psychedelic experience is the greatest tool we have for navigating our species way into a viable future.
The Library / Re: Poetry/prose/creative writing.
« Last post by Intrepid_traveler on January 12, 2019, 12:01:02 PM »
I saw my beautiful brunette darling girl sugaree from 26th street on Friday. She sat next to me. I thought she was going to talk to me a few times, but when I'm nervous I give off uninviting body language which makes initiating conversation difficult. At one point I dropped a piece of paper that landed near her feet, which I promptly picked up, though I was too scared to make eye contact with her while I was retrieving the paper.

I know I can be difficult to approach, specially when I am dumbstruck by the presence of such a beautiful girl, but I am working on it.

I've been told that the beautiful brunette girl from 26th street  knows who I am, and that she knows that I am in love with her. If this really is the situation then I can't understand why she doesn't simply claim her place beside me.

She has nothing to worry about, she already knows that I am completely enamored with her and that my attraction to her is more or less unconditional, and she already knows that I would be willing to do absolutely anything for her, so there's no risk on her part. She doesn't have to worry about impressing me, or being rejected by me, or anything like that, she is already absolutely perfect just the way she is, all she has to do is simply be herself, she doesn't have to add anything, or try to do anything special, I'm attracted to her exactly the way she is, the only thing she needs to do to obtain a lifetime of my love and devotion to her is to come and tell me that she wants to give me a chance.

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