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A little over a year ago, I shared a room with an Iranian expatriate Chemistry student and gentleman rugby player. We were both also inconsolable drug fiends and had a whole scheme going to make DMT since he had access to a chemlab. (I still have fond memories of him looking over my shoulder at the computer screen while I browsed Erowid and saying "You go into the 5th dimension and see aliens?? Holy fucking shit, let's smoke that shit!") We also lived next to a nursery that sold squares of reed grass for $9–but somehow this plan never worked out (chalk it up to the mass laziness incurred by the mass dope we used to smoke). Sadly I have no chemical knowledge myself so I can't make it... ah, me. The one time I got to smoke DMT, with my spooky-keen occult mentor, it turned out to be the non-alien 5-MeO-DMT and we only got a hit each, which translated into just feeling really stoned (combined with a sensation like the world was like Saran Wrap being slowly pulled apart).
If anybody here makes some, or knows of somebody who has, I would like to be your special friend. |
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