Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess.

The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert... Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.

My fortified compound in Woody Creek was (and always will be) my home... even in political exile. I have a deep and enduring loyalty for the great state of Colorado.

discharging a firearm at ibogain rarely improves the situation, but it’s worth a shot

accurate and true

I plead the fifth, your honor.

Joseph and his choo-choos. The only thing he likes more than those is segregation.

a demon that makes Nixon look like FDR

I have to ask: why all the drone strikes, was it a sex thing?

@HexbearIntern - get a goddamn marketing strategy, you rat bastards

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.

Remember to eat your root vegetables, kids

Furthermore, I never said Muskie was taking ibogaine, I said there was a rumor in Milwaukeee that he was. Which was true, and I started the rumor in Milwaukee.

If you read that carefully, I’m a very accurate journalist.

@Wertheimer the ibogaine brief I promised you.

:hst-pissed:

I better not find I have written this out for nothing, I swear to sweet christ.

Post which caught my attention, credit to @happybadger: https://hexbear.net/post/232738/

decadent is too positive, John Depp is a depraved and manipulative psychotic rat bastard

Reports of my death have been intentionally exaggerated. That bastard Johnathan Depp used my expatriation as an excuse to commit tax fraud with my remaining American assets. Never trust a man with a golden tooth.

Regardless, I have prepared a more thorough memo on Ibogaine for the fine people of this insolvent backwater of a website

Furthermore, I never said Muskie was taking ibogaine, I said there was a rumor in Milwaukeee that he was. Which was true, and I started the rumor in Milwaukee.

If you read that carefully, I’m a very accurate journalist.

Now listen, there is something you should be made aware of about that incident with Edmond Muskie.

It is entirely conceivable – given the known effects of Ibogaine – that Muskie’s brain was almost paralyzed by hallucinations at the time; that he looked out at that crowd before sputtering out ill conceived remarks and saw gila monsters instead of people, and that his mind snapped completely when he felt something large and apparently vicious clawing at his legs.

a dedicated post with more coveted details

Hunger Games.