shrine to the prophet of americana

Three! Four! Methylene! De-oxy-methamphet-amine!

I just learned there’s a drug called “Orajel”, which is actually “benzocaine”, originally marketed as “Anästhesin”, and those are all INCREDIBLY powerful drug names

Oh, to be in the turn-of-the-20th-century pharmaceutical industry, where you could just discover “diamorphine” and call it “Heroin”, now if you’re lucky you discover “vilazodone” and pay an army of consultants to focus-group a hundred brand names and settle for “Viibryd”

“Ecstasy”/“Molly”, or “MDMA” is actually 3,4 methylenedeoxymethamphetamine (or to be more specific, N-methyl 3,4 methylenedeoxyamphetamine). I guess Sasha Shulgin didn’t have the budget for consultants.

I know this because I rendered it as a chant in high school

Three! Four! Methylene! De-oxy-methamphet-amine!

This was in parallel with my “insufflation” chant (to the tune of Frère Jacques:)

Insufflation!

Insufflation!

Up the nose!

Up the nose!

Through the mucus membrane!

Through the mucus membrane!

There it goes!

There it goes!

Anyway, though I was too uncool to get offered drugs, the burnouts came to me for advice in high school because I hung out on The Lycaeum (it was the cooler Erowid, at the time)