Synovial Fluid: Oral Ingestion of 2-CB

15mcg oral ingestion via capsule - I’m testing to figure out what the pressed pill dose was, it was higher than this, I’m now certain. Visuals remained much lighter here and I definitely was not existing inside of a fractalized growing vine. Next I’ll try 20 to compare.

Either I’m getting better at handling the come-up, or this time it was less stark. But the themes are the same each time, sudden awareness of all that is artificial all around me. The Freon, I say, gasping for breath, feeling like I’m suffocating on the conditioned air. I must go outside to breathe again. I take a sip of my bottled spring water and wince as I feel the leeched micro plastics dance across my tongue. But I need to sip on it, to add weight to my esophagus, which is otherwise vibrating so fast it may fly out of my throat. I can communicate all of this clearly, which is one thing that sets 2cb apart for me. I’m ranting about the toxicity of air conditioning coherently. Coherently? My husband is finding it funny, anyway. As am I. I’m aware of the absurdity… and the truth, and the absurdity of the truth.

I begin to drift off a bit. Floating away in… what is this? It’s not like applesauce here, no it’s wetter… I’m quiet for a time splashing around in the viscous liquid. “Synovial fluid!” I proclaim. As if I’ve just answered a centuries old question (I have). “What about it?” He asks after a bit of nodding. “That’s what we are in here.” Everything looks and feels wet with a metallic sheen. Somehow sharpened & softened simultaneously. Pierced by an angle then smoothed by the soft splash created by its piercing.

“Synovial fluid. That’s it. That’s the tweet.” As they say, I’m certain it clearly answers just about everything.

He seems to not really get what I mean, so I make this picture… there… synovial fluid. I’m assured this will now answer it.

Synovial Fluid

As I come down my joints begin to ache. Ugh there’s a severe lack of synovial fluid on this plane. Gravity plunges my bones into the sofa which doesn’t feel soft at all, comparatively. Even now lying on my mattress feels like a bed of rocks. Severe lack of synovial fluid here, indeed.

(Written while coming down in real time 2025.07.06 4am; approximately 4.5 hours post ingestion)

Post Script (written the next morning)

It was fun to write this while still feeling the effects. I think I managed to articulate something about the way it feels here… regarding the simultaneous sharpening & softening. It’s as if you turned up the volume as loud as possible but then walked into another room and shut the door. Or like everything is in 5D visually, but then draped with a translucent cloth.