Dig DugIt's the western frontier, it's the open range, land for miles, but who cares? The tumbleweed, the cactus, they are for show. The snake, the scorpion they're just here for looks.
Really, it's just a bunch of nothing
Its desolate, it's a wasteland, but it's not that dramatic. It's just really boring. You live out here long enough, and everything that used to be quiet solitude, "alone-time", just gets to be the same old joke. A joke you've heard way too many times, but everyone you know tells you anyway. A joke that makes you sick.
That's how this place makes me feel. Sick. I can't stand it anymore.
Going outside begins to get depressing, staying inside isn't any better. There's no satellite TV out in the middle of nowhere. No, entertainment is self-made.
Yeah I know what you're thinking, and even masturbating gets old after too long. Especially after the cramps. And the friction burns. Maybe even carpel tunnel. I'm not sure.
I go outside, look at the sad, lonely horizon, mountains, or m