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2002-05-21 - this morning my piss smelled like super golden crisp

wow. so yea, tonopah is a strange, strange little town. not that creepy roll-up-yer-windows and lock-yer-doors strange that goldfield is, but strange nonetheless. i was sittin there getting gas and there was a group of men standing by a truck wearing tan jumpsuits and talking loudly. they all had mustaches. i didn't give it much thought but i soon realized that every one of them was strapped head to toe in firearms. i looked at their jumpsuits and their truck to see if there was some kind of ensignia stating their alliance to a government agency of some sorts...perhaps forest rangers (in the middle of the desert)...but there was none. they were just a bunch of guys with a bunch of guns talking about "survivor 2".

i suppose stranger things have happened....probably in new mexico.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.


what the fuck was that? - what the fuck is that?

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