The End of WildernessPunk?

Okay, so it is not like I haven’t hinted about this. Everyone has pluses and minuses in Life. Responses to responsibilities, gifts and people gunning for them. Okay, maybe you don’t have all those things, but I do. If it was just me, and I’ve said this too, I’d be off so deep, that I’d be losing the punk, but instead, since I’m not as free as I could be, it looks like I’m closer to losing the Wilderness.

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And I fucking hate it.

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I’m not a wimp and I’m not bowing out because I want to. I could keep on going. Fuck this bullshit flowing in all directions around me, once humanity is involved, um… do you see who’s running for president? I’m so ready to throw in the towel on this modern world of crap and eat ants, but I’m a father and my kids will end up tortured and insane if I don’t do everything in my power to fight back against the lies, the system, and the darkened evil that thrust me into this situation in the first place.

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Okay, a little focus Boney. So besides what may or may not happen, I need to think about the viability of WildernessPunk. What allows it to exist and what pushes it into the realm of watered down hypocrisy. Believe it or not, I have some integrity. I wouldn’t feel proper writing about WildernessPunk while sitting in a heated room and watching the rain crash against the windows.

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So what’s a Boneman to do? I don’t want to drop the flag of WildernessPunk, but then again, I have no desire to be a poser, spewing about experiences and such which aren’t real, let alone challenging. I know I tend to wax on about concepts that could be considered around a warm wood stove, but I think some of the impact of WildernessPunk has been knowing I’m writing in the woods and posting the blasts while resurfacing within Wifi-ed coffee shops and pubs.

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Is there a middle ground? What would give me the right to continue? Is living in a rat bag hotel close enough? …Naw. Crashing on a friend’s floor? …closer. Can I pick it up if I head into the woods for a weekend? …Maybe, but it still lacks the impact of taking a long term commitment to the low tech surviving from high-tech model.

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Perhaps I can finish the horror and free my balls from the bear trap, so I can start again. It very well could happen and it might end up being more intense.

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Another option could be starting up something new, something different, something… but damn it I really enjoy the whole WildernessPunk concept, from top to bottom, it’s rewarding while being challenging and fuck it, it’s mine.

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Okay, Boneman, time to get it together and Constantly Kick some Ass in a new way. Maybe gear up some in the process. Living minimalistically might be romantic and certainly easier to roll around on a mountain bike, but one of the advantages of falling back into the real might be an ability to gear up for a more serious exploration of WildernessPunk. Having Hot Spots, solar charging, and maybe even a tent, might change things. I could go deep, but still be e-jacked.

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So instead of the woods, I sit here today within the Hotel Monte Vista. The leaves of gold falling like snow over the wet streets. One more night, then a new page.

 

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I’ll bet I’ll remain a very hard man to track down.

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