Age: 30
Weight: 140 lbs
Dosage: 170 mg intransal
Setting: At home by
myself. In a good mood.
[Please note: I have developed a dissociative tolerance and I also prefer strong experiences. This is a massive dose for a normal person. For someone without a tolerance I would suggest starting at 25 mg for this compound. An substantial experience for most would be found around 60-80 mg. An experience similar to mine would probably be found around 120 mg]
2025 has seen an explosion
of development in the realm of 2’-Oxo arylcyclohexylamines, notably with O-PCPr
and O-PCP (report pending). I am not sure what has stoked this flourishing of
compound development but I will say that I am pleased to see it. MXPCP (frustratingly
originally named MXP, which is already in use) comes in with 2 modifications
that are tried and true- the 3-Methoxy substitution that has given us so many
fruitful compounds like 3-MeO-PCP (or MXE) and the N-piperidine, for PCP.
Unlike O-PCP, this has never been synthesized before or tested in any context,
though it has often been theorized about. Since the synthesis of 2’-oxo
substituted PCP compounds was cracked it was really only a matter of time
before that was mixed and matched with some of the winning phenyl
substitutions. I was nonetheless surprised to see this- just looking at the
molecule there is an apparent potential issue with sterics as far as these
large substitutions are concerned- O-PCP was already a challenge with synthesis
that was miraculously solved- strapping even more onto that molecule that could
bump into those two existing groups seemed like a fantasy but it appears to
have played out right before our eyes! This opens the door to so much
development, ideas that I’m sure are already on deck for the labs producing
these- 2-F-2’-Oxo-PCP, 2-Cl-2’-Oxo-PCP, 3-F-2’-Oxo-PCP, and 3-Me-2’-Oxo-PCP are
all things we can expect on the horizon as the market optimizes itself along
the lines of observed in vivo SAR. As we’ve never had a 2’-oxo phenyl
substituted PCP compound before, this is literally illuminating a new area of
the map for structure activity relations. It is a relation of modifications we
really have never seen before but it shows promise for development of other
compounds in a similar direction!
In terms of effects, this
is perhaps the ultimate party drug. There is an appreciable initial rush with a
lot of energy and stimulation but still a bit of that 2’-Oxo dissociative
heaviness like ketamine that makes it feel floppy and fun to dance. There’s an
electric tension and energy that pulses through my veins, there is almost a
sense that I am projecting into an glowing avatar of myself that can function
and navigate the world as an idol of pleasure and energy and hedony. There is
an urgent euphoria that wants to explode out onto the rest of the world, the kind
that would delight in loud noises and bright flashes. This drug is felt through
the body as pulses, raging ripples of light that crackle with synesthesia- I
haven’t experienced it in the context of being battered by high intensity sound
waves but I can imagine they would harmonize perfectly. Most users will find a
pleasant short lasting heavy dissociative stimulation at 20-30 mg. Turning the
dose up increases the “heaviness” but only to a point- after about 80 mg or so
(~100 mg for me) the only quality that increases is the stimulation, tension,
and mania. The rush is intense with every redose. I chased this one to a high
dose in search of a hole but it doesn’t seem possible with this compound- as
stated before the heaviness and depth plateaus out and only the stimulation
increases after a point. It doesn’t have any kind of insightful or
introspective headspace in the lingering comedown like most manic dissociatives
though, it is rather shallow in that regard. Not the sort of compound for late
night solitary meditation or meaningful introspection. But it has its place as
something fun for settings where not much thinking is required- a perfect “shut
up and dance” drug in my opinion.
T0:00- Small crystals are
easily crushed into a fine powder. Dose administered intranasally. Stings a
little but it’s completely manageable. Powdery bitter taste.
T0:15- Onset, feeling a
little lightheaded.
T0:20- The lightheadedness
increases, feeling a bit more jittery and tense.
T0:25- The dizzying rush
hits harder and harder. I am feeling more uncoordinated in my extremities. An
intense stimulation is coming in under everything, chasing through my limbs and
to my fingertips.
T0:30- It’s accelerating
now, in a way that makes me grip my knuckles with wind whipping through my hair.
This is a tight, tense dissociation, like my essence is being pulled and stretched
taught from the back of my skull, leaving my fingers to tap my keyboard in
staccato plunges; like I am being constricted and pulled tight but with this
rush of pleasure like a tightly braided riffle in a rapid clear steam. My
fingertips feel cold and numb, yet a pervasive electric warmth radiates through
my body. If I don’t give them my attention, my extremities all but fall away
into a buzzing dissociative void like a leaf being torn away by a current.
I have been watching various
YouTube videos- first person combat footage, playthroughs of boss fights from
games I will never play- I am drawn to the rapidity and flash of the content
but little else beyond it. My brain is mostly lucid but now shocked into a
state of seeking things purely at the level of the sensory stimulation they provide.
It is becoming harder to read the words on my screen, my visual field is being
split in two, blurring everything as faint visuals begin to stream in from the
sides as tightly binding ribbons of flashing small concentric patterns.
T0:40 – What a rush! I
feel chills running down my limbs pulling me taut. Pleasurable shocks of electric
streamers buzzing down the bones and nerves of my limbs. I smoke some cannabis.
This odd interplay of hot and cold is rushing and swirling together to increasingly
greater heights- it will be a chill down
my spine and across my ribs like the electric arcs of a Jacob’s ladder, the cold
numbness in my extremities like I have been holding my hands and feet in the
rush of a cold mountain stream, but a definite warmth crawling over my vertebrae
like the long tongues of flames licking and tracing their way up the limbs of a
tree they want to consume to white caustic ash. My muscles feel sprung back and
ready to launch. How I would love to just get up and dance right now! The visuals
increase in depth and contrast, in rusty colors of red and orange, bright and
tense and roaring across my visual field like clattering subway cars, tracing the
forms of any stark lines or bars I see in my vision. A dissociative sinking heaviness has set in
too, a pouring, rushing, draining from the top of my skull down across the rest
of me. There is also a heavy numbness and floppiness to this.
I feel driven, but it is
quite unlike the drive and stimulation I feel from other manic dissociatives. I
am shocked to realize my heart is beating only a bit faster than normal, not
pounding at my ribcage as I had suspected. It feels like I am crashing over
into the realm of explosive anticipation and excitement and it is curious to me
that my body has not objectively come to meet that sensation.
There are pushes of mania
here in a purely social sense as in “I should talk to xyz person, right here, right
now” but little actual compulsion towards anything meaningful to say or share.
It is like the energy of mania without any of the underlying drive of self-actualization,
a façade of the manic state without the structure- empty boxcars just raging
endlessly forward with all the clatter and decorum but hardly even a vagabond
oogle camped out within. For most other substances I would consider manic,
there is a drive to generate and pursue ideas, ideas that feel deeply fundamentally
correct without any real basis. Here, there is that same sense of drive, just
without the ideas or schemes for that drive to latch onto. All the trappings
and signifiers and emblems of the manic state without the actual force and
direction. But this is pleasant still, and that unfocused, un-fleshed out
energy can still be directed into physicality, into moving, dancing, into those
deeper and primordial fundaments of how a human can expend its respiration, it
doesn’t need to be that deep.
T1:00- Although I feel so
tense and jittery, I try to submit to the experience, because there is certainly
some of that dissociative weight present, the kind of heft that would lead me
to think there is a hole to be found here. If I sit still I am beset by a
numbing heaviness and a drawing away of the physical perception of my limbs that
suggests that there is a sort of all-encompassing dissociative hole experience to
be found here. I plug in my headphones try to listen to something with high energy
that I hope will match the drive of this pulsing raging drug. In this instance
it is Femtanyl’s album “Reactor”. I ultimately do not find myself engaged in
this space for very long- despite its perceived heaviness, this is not a drug
that lends itself to an all-consuming hole. The closed eyed space is bright, taken
with the same warm-colored visuals of pulsing and streaming and flashing lines.
There is some flowing synesthesia and a sense of blossoming and exponentially
growing patterns and forms, but they are 2-dimensional and devoid of fine
detail. I am fully aware of my body and its presence with my eyes closed,
despite some depletion of sensation, it is hard for me to ignore my bones and
the idea that they are real and present and that I am real and present. No
fully immersive fantasy to be found here.
I give up and recover and
reenter the real world and bask in the heat waves of the continual hot
dissociative rush, my vision still ragingly blurry, my body content to be still
in the buzzing heft. And indeed if I get up and move I am only slightly
uncoordinated, I can still get about without crashing into things or stumbling around. There is simply too much going on for me to sink into a hole. At least physically-
there is admittedly not much going on in my head, just a blankness reveling in
these pulsing rushes. I feel like I am being cooked, something bitter and
bright, screaming and raging like a bomb of dissociative pleasure.
T1:30- Getting up and
moving around makes it feel like I am a projected glowing vitreous avatar of
myself- a form that is sexier and more muscular than my own, built of uniformly
clear colored glass. A great tense idealized titan that can dance and thrust
and punch and beam into the sky without really having to think too much.
There are many
dissociatives I would describe as insightful, where I am driven to pursue and
consume and process information, as much as possible as quickly as possible. I
tend to feel this sensation at the front of my brain with a burning behind my eyes
as if they are glowing furnaces ready to take in and metabolize whatever the
world around me has to offer. This turns to compulsions to read or learn or
engage with media. This normally intertwines perfectly with sensations of mania
and stimulated dissociative lucidity. For this compound however, this is oddly
absent- the stimulation and energy and drive are there, but there’s no one
behind the wheel, no particular compulsion to engage with information, and an odd
sort of inhibition in place of lucidity. It feels like an aggressively enforced
hollowness, like an eager energetic dog with a completely blank expression.
Visuals still persist
strongly as beads and lace strung and cast across my vision.
T2:00- Starting to feel a distinct
and smooth comedown, with less tension in my limbs and fingers and less of a
rushing sensation.
T2:40- I play the
videogame “Shadow of the Colossus” now and find that there isn’t any degree of
inhibition to my fine motor skills or cognitive processing at this point that
would interfere with the game. Still a similarly smooth comedown with some
tense lightheadedness and lingering stimulation. I am probably lacking
something in receiving the brilliant artistry of this game in this state.
T3:20- I feed and mist all
of my pet arachnids (10 tarantulas, 2 amblypyids, 1 vinegaroon and a jumping
spider), a task that also requires some degree of motor skills, and notice no
issue or interference at all. Most of the tension has died down, there is just
a lingering burning lightheadedness and numbness still.
T4:00- Mostly back to
baseline, feeling stimulated and still a little numb in my toes and fingertips.
T5:00- Feel entirely back
to baseline, try to sleep. Sleep came with difficulty even with my normal
prescribed sleeping medications (50 mg trazodone) and I woke up a few times
throughout the night too. Felt groggy and fatigued the whole next day.
Conclusion: This would make
for an excellent party drug, and perhaps not the kind of party where one is
having engrossing conversations either, but the kind with bright lights and
loud noises and lots of dancing. This drug is highly euphoric with a powerful
rush, but most of its properties lie in physicality. It is one of the most
physically pleasant dissociatives I have tried and perhaps one of the most hedonistic
ones, but it offers little in term of insight or introspection. The short
duration and decent potency but forgiving nature in terms of dosing higher all
go to serve casual use in the dark. I find it doesn’t really add much when
combined with other dissociatives beyond a rush and some visual flare. There is
a decent weight to it that makes it floppy and fun to dance with, but the stimulation doesn’t allow for an
all-encompassing hole. Effects plateau out at and higher doses really only
increase the stimulation and muscle tension. There is something resembling
mania but without any kind of depth or coherency that produces the kind of
results that manic states can bring. One can find themselves mostly in control
of their body and mind for the most part, though there is a good degree of
cognitive inhibition. It is dumb, colorful fun, but a great deal of it at that.