vivante
𝒾 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒.
𝓲 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮.
🍄️
the only thing i know now is that i could have died but i didn’t
Footnote to the Amnesty Report on Torture
The torture chamber is not like anything
you would have expected.
No opera set or sexy chains and
leather-goods from the glossy
porno magazines, no thirties horror
dungeon with gauzy cobwebs; nor is it
the bare cold-lighted
chrome space of the future
we think we fear.
More like one of the seedier
British Railways stations, with scratched green
walls and spilled tea,
crumpled papers, and a stooped man
who is always cleaning the floor.
It stinks, though; like a hospital,
of antiseptics and sickness,
and, on some days, blood
which smells the same anywhere,
here or at the butcher's.
The man who works here
is losing his sense of smell.
He's glad to have this job, because
there are few others.
He isn't a torturer, he only
cleans the floor:
every morning the same vomit,
the same shed teeth, the same
piss and liquid shit, the same panic.
Some have courage, others
don't; those who do what he thinks of
as the real work, and who are
bored, since minor bureaucrats
are always bored, tell them
it doesn't matter, who
will ever know they were brave, they might
as well talk now
and get it over.
Some have nothing to say, which also
doesn't matter. Their
warped bodies too, with the torn
fingers and ragged tongues, are thrown
over the spiked iron fence onto
the Consul's lawn, along with
the bodies of the children
burned to make their mothers talk.
The man who cleans the floors
is glad it isn't him.
It will be if he ever says
what he knows. He works long hours,
submits to the searches, eats
a meal he brings from home, which tastes
of old blood and the sawdust
he cleans the floor with. His wife
is pleased he brings her money
for the food, has been told
not to ask questions.
As he sweeps, he tries
not to listen; he tries
to make himself into a wall,
a thick wall, a wall
soft and without echoes. He thinks
of nothing but the walk back
to his hot shed of a house,
of the door
opening and his children
with their unmarked skin and flawless eyes
running to meet him.
He is afraid of
what he might do
if he were told to,
he is afraid of the door,
he is afraid, not
of the door but of the door
opening; sometimes, no matter
how hard he tries,
his children are not there.
Margaret Atwood
The torture chamber is not like anything
you would have expected.
No opera set or sexy chains and
leather-goods from the glossy
porno magazines, no thirties horror
dungeon with gauzy cobwebs; nor is it
the bare cold-lighted
chrome space of the future
we think we fear.
More like one of the seedier
British Railways stations, with scratched green
walls and spilled tea,
crumpled papers, and a stooped man
who is always cleaning the floor.
It stinks, though; like a hospital,
of antiseptics and sickness,
and, on some days, blood
which smells the same anywhere,
here or at the butcher's.
The man who works here
is losing his sense of smell.
He's glad to have this job, because
there are few others.
He isn't a torturer, he only
cleans the floor:
every morning the same vomit,
the same shed teeth, the same
piss and liquid shit, the same panic.
Some have courage, others
don't; those who do what he thinks of
as the real work, and who are
bored, since minor bureaucrats
are always bored, tell them
it doesn't matter, who
will ever know they were brave, they might
as well talk now
and get it over.
Some have nothing to say, which also
doesn't matter. Their
warped bodies too, with the torn
fingers and ragged tongues, are thrown
over the spiked iron fence onto
the Consul's lawn, along with
the bodies of the children
burned to make their mothers talk.
The man who cleans the floors
is glad it isn't him.
It will be if he ever says
what he knows. He works long hours,
submits to the searches, eats
a meal he brings from home, which tastes
of old blood and the sawdust
he cleans the floor with. His wife
is pleased he brings her money
for the food, has been told
not to ask questions.
As he sweeps, he tries
not to listen; he tries
to make himself into a wall,
a thick wall, a wall
soft and without echoes. He thinks
of nothing but the walk back
to his hot shed of a house,
of the door
opening and his children
with their unmarked skin and flawless eyes
running to meet him.
He is afraid of
what he might do
if he were told to,
he is afraid of the door,
he is afraid, not
of the door but of the door
opening; sometimes, no matter
how hard he tries,
his children are not there.
Margaret Atwood
Nobody knows
what to do
with me
and I just
think that's
beautiful
what to do
with me
and I just
think that's
beautiful
One long walk under the lamplight of the Albert docks at around 3 am, the park bench on the brow, the room I was born and received to my world, the distance united under the moving satellite trail, the paranoia of health, the shadow of the netted fence across your face
I said, "I just want this moment to last and to last"
See those figures wait alone
On the park bench of memories
It's been and gone
and then he asked “who will you be with?” to which they replied “no one i will live without”
no puedo pensar en la vida y mirarla simplemente
"viviendo". la vida no es más que un segway innecesario hacia nada más y nada menos que la muerte, y es lamentable que todos debamos sufrir juntos. es lamentable que otros deban hacer que este período de transición sea mucho más difícil sin más motivo que el egoísmo. digo lo siento. lo s
iento por aquellos a quienes he afectado.
lamento haber contribuido a que este período de transición fuera mucho más difícil.
back tattoo idea
b̸̡̨̧̯̼̬̪͈̭͚̲̭͇̺͚̗̾̏̀̓͋̀͒̈̏̇̊̈́̇́̏̔̇̇͊͂͜a̷̛̯̝̼̤͖͇̭̿͋͐̑̋̅̂̓̋̈́̒̀͋̄̌̏̎̀́͋͛̐̇̑͋̚̚͝͝c̴̢̡̠̲͕̲̳̝͈͇̹̭̯̪̙̫̰̝̲̀̽̈́̽̚k̴͉̗̳̻̖̖̯̰͔͔̾̍̅̾̐̈́͗̉̌͊̔̚̚ ̷̧̨͇͎̲̥̫̰̱̣͓̩̻̘̥̣͚̩̜̈́̾͑ͅt̷̡̢̢̧̛̫̤̠̖̘͇̻̘̰̘̖̹̜̻̜̤͌͊́̽́͒̇̃̈́̈́͊̐̅͒́̏̆́̈́͛̈́̊̑̕̚͝͝ͅͅa̷̢̢̛̟͖͇̠̲͊̈́̎̐͂̏́̆̑̔͜ẗ̸̨̢͖͉̝̝͈̼̻͈̫̱̦̳̙͖̼̬̫̯̳̜̙͔̑̄͊̊̄̕̚ͅͅț̴̢̛̥̮̩͇͈͕͓̣͙̤̟͓̰̬̠͚͈̤͖̱̗̺͎̥̭̂̈́͆́̊̓̆̃̈́́̍̎́͗̏̀͝ͅo̸̹̩̗̦̹͓̓͒̋̉̀̽̓̃̃͋̅͐̑̏̐͒͗͘ö̶̰̩̖́̒̂̋̔̔͂̑̈̚̚̚ ̶̢̨̪̘̺̙̹̝̭̣̜̦͍̈̅̈́̍̋̓̒̇̈́͝į̸̨̢̢͎̬͖͓̙͍͖̰̈͒͛̈́̌̓̾̀̏̈́̀̂̌̃̌͊̆͒͂̃̽̕̕͘͜͝͠͠͝ḑ̴̨̡̢̛̛̟̯̜̻͓̹͖̱̙͇͇̹͓͖͔̫͖̺̲̭̬͔͚͌̀̏̓̒͊̃͋͒̐̌̊̀̍̔͛̓̈́͐̚̚͠͝e̷͉͈̘̫͔͉͔̙̠͔͓̰͇̋̈́͋̿̒̓̌̄͗̑͒̃̐͑̈͝͝á̸̧̡̛̰͕̟̘̰̝̬͕̰͒͌̏̈̿͆͆͆̋̐̃̊̑̐̉́̈́́̏͗̾̈͑͘̚̕̕͜͜͝ͅ
b̵̡͉̿̐̈́̈̎ą̵̧̢͉͙̹̞͖͙̻̹̙͗̎̓̾͌̐͌͌̏c̶̟͓̝͙̳̦̞̝̹̥̻̘̓́̀̈́̈́̇̀̾̈́̒͠͠k̶͖̯̙̜͎̘̠̈́̅ ̷̡̢̫̭̟̳̫̩̘̫̖̘͛̅̊͂̽̅̔̈́͑͜͜t̴̨̢͚̠̠̭̭͈̺̬̪̩́̀͆͌̀̎̀͒̐ą̸̳͙̟̻̞͍͎̒͒͗̿͑̈́͌͘t̶̡̨̨͕̰͍̲͚̞̖̗̱̗̗̐̇̈́̽͂̓̍̐̇̓̏̃͐͘͘t̷̯̹̖̼͔͙̳̮͈̀͆͂͆́͘o̵̡̪͔̬̩̾̾̈́̌̕o̴̡͙͠ ̷̗̮͚̱͖͉̖̋̿̈ȉ̷̢̛̙̬͖͉̼̘̺̱͉̻͚̣͑͊̽̾́̃̆̈͋̃̚͜͝͠d̷̢̠̩͕̟̾́̽͌̂̍̎̐̒́e̸̛̥̙͂̂̾̓̔̀̄͆́͆͘͘à̸̦̞̘̺̜̻̒̐ͅ
b̶̡̪̘͓͍̗͍̦̓̽͑͌̄̄̊͆a̵̢̫̣̬̰̲͗͗̇̚͜c̸͈͘k̵̢̮̪̙̥̩̝͙̓́̾͂͘ͅ ̴̡̛̛͚̰̺̲̥̣̺͈̙̎̃̚͝ẗ̴̨̻̳̺͔͙̹̯̺̹́́̊͊̀͌͌̄͆͠ȃ̷̬͕̆͒̋ẗ̴͇̣͚͚̖́̑t̸̛͕̃̈́͐̅̐̏̔̚ő̶̡̝̜̬̃͛̊̾͋o̶̡̭͉͙̰̩̬̯̟͚̎̿ ̸̻͈͔̀̑̃͗͐̌͂̂̕i̴͔̰̬̣͌̐̌̎̕̚͝d̷̥͉̪̰̝͚̤͕̞̪̔̔̃̽e̷͓̻̙̒͆́a̶̬̤̩̳̗͚̯̜̦̳͘
b̵̥͇̰̐͜ä̷̡̪́̓͂̄̐ć̷̲͔̝̭͒̒̔̏k̸̝͓̽̄ ̸̣͌̓t̵͔̜̝̺͔̎̀͛̏̚a̷͚͍̎́͌̕ͅt̴̝̖͌͊͠t̷̟̿͊͋͑̕o̵̡̞̰̯̫̓o̵̢̢͚͉̓ ̶̦̤͖̾̿̒̇̚į̶̳̭̞̜̃̌͗d̵̬͙̫͑̆́͘e̴͍̱̣͙̭̾̀̎̎͘ä̷̦́̈́
b̶͇͐a̶̹͒̾̕c̶̭̦͒ͅk̸̨̳̀ ̵̘̓͠t̴̪̭̖̓ä̵͇̱͙́͐t̵̡͍̖̄t̸̢̙̟̍o̸̦̳͌̀̚ǫ̴̤͛̽ ̵͚̆̂̃į̵̎͑ḑ̷̦̞̀͑ę̴̈́͊͝ạ̶̟̀
b̵̥͑̅á̶̲c̶̗̈́͊k̵̙͛ ̶͊͜ţ̸͕̌͘à̸͙͉ẗ̴̲ț̵̨̅͋o̷͕̒̈́o̸̐ͅ ̷̰̰̀́i̴͎̍̇d̵͉͆ė̸̫̥ạ̴͂
cozyratt
back tattoo idea
b̸̡̨̧̯̼̬̪͈̭͚̲̭͇̺͚̗̾̏̀̓͋̀͒̈̏̇̊̈́̇́̏̔̇̇͊͂͜a̷̛̯̝̼̤͖͇̭̿͋͐̑̋̅̂̓̋̈́̒̀͋̄̌̏̎̀́͋͛̐̇̑͋̚̚͝͝c̴̢̡̠̲͕̲̳̝͈͇̹̭̯̪̙̫̰̝̲̀̽̈́̽̚k̴͉̗̳̻̖̖̯̰͔͔̾̍̅̾̐̈́͗̉̌͊̔̚̚ ̷̧̨͇͎̲̥̫̰̱̣͓̩̻̘̥̣͚̩̜̈́̾͑ͅt̷̡̢̢̧̛̫̤̠̖̘͇̻̘̰̘̖̹̜̻̜̤͌͊́̽́͒̇̃̈́̈́͊̐̅͒́̏̆́̈́͛̈́̊̑̕̚͝͝ͅͅa̷̢̢̛̟͖͇̠̲͊̈́̎̐͂̏́̆̑̔͜ẗ̸̨̢͖͉̝̝͈̼̻͈̫̱̦̳̙͖̼̬̫̯̳̜̙͔̑̄͊̊̄̕̚ͅͅț̴̢̛̥̮̩͇͈͕͓̣͙̤̟͓̰̬̠͚͈̤͖̱̗̺͎̥̭̂̈́͆́̊̓̆̃̈́́̍̎́͗̏̀͝ͅo̸̹̩̗̦̹͓̓͒̋̉̀̽̓̃̃͋̅͐̑̏̐͒͗͘ö̶̰̩̖́̒̂̋̔̔͂̑̈̚̚̚ ̶̢̨̪̘̺̙̹̝̭̣̜̦͍̈̅̈́̍̋̓̒̇̈́͝į̸̨̢̢͎̬͖͓̙͍͖̰̈͒͛̈́̌̓̾̀̏̈́̀̂̌̃̌͊̆͒͂̃̽̕̕͘͜͝͠͠͝ḑ̴̨̡̢̛̛̟̯̜̻͓̹͖̱̙͇͇̹͓͖͔̫͖̺̲̭̬͔͚͌̀̏̓̒͊̃͋͒̐̌̊̀̍̔͛̓̈́͐̚̚͠͝e̷͉͈̘̫͔͉͔̙̠͔͓̰͇̋̈́͋̿̒̓̌̄͗̑͒̃̐͑̈͝͝á̸̧̡̛̰͕̟̘̰̝̬͕̰͒͌̏̈̿͆͆͆̋̐̃̊̑̐̉́̈́́̏͗̾̈͑͘̚̕̕͜͜͝ͅ
b̵̡͉̿̐̈́̈̎ą̵̧̢͉͙̹̞͖͙̻̹̙͗̎̓̾͌̐͌͌̏c̶̟͓̝͙̳̦̞̝̹̥̻̘̓́̀̈́̈́̇̀̾̈́̒͠͠k̶͖̯̙̜͎̘̠̈́̅ ̷̡̢̫̭̟̳̫̩̘̫̖̘͛̅̊͂̽̅̔̈́͑͜͜t̴̨̢͚̠̠̭̭͈̺̬̪̩́̀͆͌̀̎̀͒̐ą̸̳͙̟̻̞͍͎̒͒͗̿͑̈́͌͘t̶̡̨̨͕̰͍̲͚̞̖̗̱̗̗̐̇̈́̽͂̓̍̐̇̓̏̃͐͘͘t̷̯̹̖̼͔͙̳̮͈̀͆͂͆́͘o̵̡̪͔̬̩̾̾̈́̌̕o̴̡͙͠ ̷̗̮͚̱͖͉̖̋̿̈ȉ̷̢̛̙̬͖͉̼̘̺̱͉̻͚̣͑͊̽̾́̃̆̈͋̃̚͜͝͠d̷̢̠̩͕̟̾́̽͌̂̍̎̐̒́e̸̛̥̙͂̂̾̓̔̀̄͆́͆͘͘à̸̦̞̘̺̜̻̒̐ͅ
b̶̡̪̘͓͍̗͍̦̓̽͑͌̄̄̊͆a̵̢̫̣̬̰̲͗͗̇̚͜c̸͈͘k̵̢̮̪̙̥̩̝͙̓́̾͂͘ͅ ̴̡̛̛͚̰̺̲̥̣̺͈̙̎̃̚͝ẗ̴̨̻̳̺͔͙̹̯̺̹́́̊͊̀͌͌̄͆͠ȃ̷̬͕̆͒̋ẗ̴͇̣͚͚̖́̑t̸̛͕̃̈́͐̅̐̏̔̚ő̶̡̝̜̬̃͛̊̾͋o̶̡̭͉͙̰̩̬̯̟͚̎̿ ̸̻͈͔̀̑̃͗͐̌͂̂̕i̴͔̰̬̣͌̐̌̎̕̚͝d̷̥͉̪̰̝͚̤͕̞̪̔̔̃̽e̷͓̻̙̒͆́a̶̬̤̩̳̗͚̯̜̦̳͘
b̵̥͇̰̐͜ä̷̡̪́̓͂̄̐ć̷̲͔̝̭͒̒̔̏k̸̝͓̽̄ ̸̣͌̓t̵͔̜̝̺͔̎̀͛̏̚a̷͚͍̎́͌̕ͅt̴̝̖͌͊͠t̷̟̿͊͋͑̕o̵̡̞̰̯̫̓o̵̢̢͚͉̓ ̶̦̤͖̾̿̒̇̚į̶̳̭̞̜̃̌͗d̵̬͙̫͑̆́͘e̴͍̱̣͙̭̾̀̎̎͘ä̷̦́̈́
b̶͇͐a̶̹͒̾̕c̶̭̦͒ͅk̸̨̳̀ ̵̘̓͠t̴̪̭̖̓ä̵͇̱͙́͐t̵̡͍̖̄t̸̢̙̟̍o̸̦̳͌̀̚ǫ̴̤͛̽ ̵͚̆̂̃į̵̎͑ḑ̷̦̞̀͑ę̴̈́͊͝ạ̶̟̀
b̵̥͑̅á̶̲c̶̗̈́͊k̵̙͛ ̶͊͜ţ̸͕̌͘à̸͙͉ẗ̴̲ț̵̨̅͋o̷͕̒̈́o̸̐ͅ ̷̰̰̀́i̴͎̍̇d̵͉͆ė̸̫̥ạ̴͂
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will you get off grailed while we eat dinner together?
The real real key word glossary
Biker jacket
Scoop neck
Lamb leather
Moto pants
Medium big bag
Lace pattern
1999
Bowling bag
Lumiere Du Nord
Vintage henley
Graphic print short sleeve polo
Garden tote
Monogram denim jasmin
Suede belt
Green canvas
Knee length shorts
Mini shorts
Vintage papillon
Petit noe
T strap sandals
Garden Party 36
Elektra
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To His Lady
Beloved beauty who inspires
love in me from afar, your face obscured
except when your celestial image
stirs my heart in sleep, or in the fields
where light and nature's laughter shine more lovely –
was it maybe you who blessed
the innocent age called golden,
and do you now, blithe spirit,
fly among men? Or does that miser fate
who hides you from us save you for the future?
No hope of seeing you alive
remains for me now,
except when, naked and alone,
my soul will go down a new street
to its unknown home. Already at the dawn
of my dark, uncertain day
I imagined you a fellow traveler
on this arid ground. But there's no thing
that resembles you on earth. And if someone
had a face like yours, in act and word she'd be,
though something like you, far less beautiful.
In spite of all the suffering
fate decreed for human time,
if there were anyone on earth
who truly loved you as my thought depicts you
this life for him would be a blessing.
And I see clearly how your love
would lead me still to strive for praise and virtue,
as I used to in my early years.
Though heaven gave no comfort for our troubles,
yet with you mortal life would be
like what in heaven leads to divinity.
In the valleys, where the song
of the weary farmer sounds,
and when I sit and mourn
the illusions of youth fading,
and on the hills where I recall
and grieve for my lost desires
and my life's lost hope, I think of you
and start to shake. If only I, in this
sad age and unhealthy atmosphere,
could keep hold of your noble look; for since the real thing's
missing I must make do with the image.
Whether you are the only one
of the eternal ideas eternal wisdom
refuses to see arrayed in sensible form
to know the pains of mortal life
in transitory spoils,
or if in the supernal spheres another earth
from among unnumbered worlds receives you
and a near star lovelier than the Sun
warms you and you breathe benigner ether,
from here, where years are both ill-starred and brief,
accept this hymn from your unnoticed lover.
Giacomo Leopardi
Naturally-Occurring Psychedelics and Their Significance in the Treatment of Mental Health Disorders
Nataliya Vorobyeva 1 ,* † and Alena A. Kozlova 2 , †
Pharmacokinetics
“Magic mushrooms” are usually taken per os in the form of herbal preparations or smoked. The effective oral dose of psilocybin is about 0.045 mg/kg (Hasler et al., 1997). Depending on the individual’s body weight and the species of psychedelic mushroom, this can be an equivalent of 0.25–1.5 g of dry mushroom (Hasler et al., 1997).
After oral intake psilocybin is rapidly dephosphorylated to psilocin (4-hydroxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine) in the acidic milieu of the stomach or the intestinal mucosa by both alkaline phosphatase and non-specific esterase (Tylš et al., 2014). Rapid dephosphorylation of psilocybin was determined after its parenteral administration (Johnson et al., 2008). Psilocin is thought to be the active agent in the CNS responsible for the manifestation of psychoactive effects, as it easily crosses the blood-brain barrier (Hasler et al., 1997; Johnson and Griffiths, 2017). Interestingly, both inactive psilocybin (dephosphorylated) and bioactive psilocin were naturally found in varying amounts in psychedelic mushrooms (Kamata et al., 2010). Since psilocin is structurally related to the neurotransmitter serotonin, it undergoes a comparable metabolism in the human body (Helsley et al., 1998). However, the complete metabolic pathway of psilocybin remains largely unknown, and much information must be obtained to identify the exact mechanisms implicated in its metabolism. After dephosphorylating, psilocin is subjected to either glucuronidation or oxidation and deamination (Passie et al., 2002). Glucuronidation occurs through the activity of 19 endoplasmic enzymes classified as uridine 5′-diphospho-glucuronosyltransferase UDP-glucuronosyltransferases (UGTs) (Manevski et al., 2010). In particular, psilocin glucuronidation is carried out by two UGT1A10 in the small intestine and UGT1A9 in the liver, resulting in the formation of the psilocin-O-glucuronide (glucuronide) conjugate (Manevski et al., 2010). The majority of the absorbed psilocin (approximately 80%) is eliminated from the body with urine (Kamata et al., 2003). Several pharmacologic studies have shown instant hydrolysis of psilocybin after a single oral dose to its active metabolite psilocin, which has a half-life of 163 min, and the presence of approximately 67% of psilocin glucuronide form in the urine (Hasler et al., 1997, Hasler et al., 2002). Thus, psilocin-O-glucuronide is the key urinary metabolite with clinical and diagnostic relevance. The remaining 20% of the absorbed psilocin is metabolized by oxidation, where the compound usually undertakes demethylation and deamination to form 4 hydroxyindole—3—acetaldehyde and 4—hydroxyindole—3—acetic acid or 4—hydroxytryptophol (Brown et al., 2017). These metabolites are excreted by the liver and kidney, however, enzymes involved in these reactions are unknown (Brown et al., 2017; Dinis-Oliveira, 2017). The half-life of psilocin is 3 h (±1.1 h) in healthy individuals, depending on specific characteristics and route of administration (Brown et al., 2017).
Pharmacokinetics
“Magic mushrooms” are usually taken per os in the form of herbal preparations or smoked. The effective oral dose of psilocybin is about 0.045 mg/kg (Hasler et al., 1997). Depending on the individual’s body weight and the species of psychedelic mushroom, this can be an equivalent of 0.25–1.5 g of dry mushroom (Hasler et al., 1997).
After oral intake psilocybin is rapidly dephosphorylated to psilocin (4-hydroxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine) in the acidic milieu of the stomach or the intestinal mucosa by both alkaline phosphatase and non-specific esterase (Tylš et al., 2014). Rapid dephosphorylation of psilocybin was determined after its parenteral administration (Johnson et al., 2008). Psilocin is thought to be the active agent in the CNS responsible for the manifestation of psychoactive effects, as it easily crosses the blood-brain barrier (Hasler et al., 1997; Johnson and Griffiths, 2017). Interestingly, both inactive psilocybin (dephosphorylated) and bioactive psilocin were naturally found in varying amounts in psychedelic mushrooms (Kamata et al., 2010). Since psilocin is structurally related to the neurotransmitter serotonin, it undergoes a comparable metabolism in the human body (Helsley et al., 1998). However, the complete metabolic pathway of psilocybin remains largely unknown, and much information must be obtained to identify the exact mechanisms implicated in its metabolism. After dephosphorylating, psilocin is subjected to either glucuronidation or oxidation and deamination (Passie et al., 2002). Glucuronidation occurs through the activity of 19 endoplasmic enzymes classified as uridine 5′-diphospho-glucuronosyltransferase UDP-glucuronosyltransferases (UGTs) (Manevski et al., 2010). In particular, psilocin glucuronidation is carried out by two UGT1A10 in the small intestine and UGT1A9 in the liver, resulting in the formation of the psilocin-O-glucuronide (glucuronide) conjugate (Manevski et al., 2010). The majority of the absorbed psilocin (approximately 80%) is eliminated from the body with urine (Kamata et al., 2003). Several pharmacologic studies have shown instant hydrolysis of psilocybin after a single oral dose to its active metabolite psilocin, which has a half-life of 163 min, and the presence of approximately 67% of psilocin glucuronide form in the urine (Hasler et al., 1997, Hasler et al., 2002). Thus, psilocin-O-glucuronide is the key urinary metabolite with clinical and diagnostic relevance. The remaining 20% of the absorbed psilocin is metabolized by oxidation, where the compound usually undertakes demethylation and deamination to form 4 hydroxyindole—3—acetaldehyde and 4—hydroxyindole—3—acetic acid or 4—hydroxytryptophol (Brown et al., 2017). These metabolites are excreted by the liver and kidney, however, enzymes involved in these reactions are unknown (Brown et al., 2017; Dinis-Oliveira, 2017). The half-life of psilocin is 3 h (±1.1 h) in healthy individuals, depending on specific characteristics and route of administration (Brown et al., 2017).
Chemical Structure
Psilocybin and psilocin, similarly to serotonin, have an indole ring structure, a fused double ring encompassing both a pyrrole ring and a benzene ring, linked to an amino group by a two-carbon side chain (Hasler et al., 2004) (refer to Figure 1). They differ from each other in position 4 carbohydrates, which contain phosphate and hydroxyl groups, respectively. An overview of the characteristics of psilocybin. The diagram includes the chemical structures of psilocybin and its metabolite. The bold lines indicate similarities in the chemical structure between this psychedelic and serotonin. In addition, the enzymes and major organs involved in the metabolism and excretion of psilocybin are indicated. The mechanism of action represents the targets of the psychedelic, both the region of the brain affected by the psychedelic and the receptors with which it interacts (pink circle for agonist). 5HT—serotonin receptors (2Ar, 1Ar, 2Cr, – subtypes). IP3, inositol-3-phosphate; cAMP, cyclic adenosine monophosphate.