Polehugger's Xanga

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Thu, 22 Jan 2009 04:40:58 GMT

I'm not coming back.
but if anyone is nutty enough to still be out there reading my stuff,
send me an email. I've a grand idea! :]
polehugger at gmail dot com!

we knew this day would come.

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 23:54:28 GMT

It's finally time.

I'm doing a lot of moving on in my life.
A lot of the old parts of me are slowly slipping away.
But for the first time, it actually feels comfortable.

xanga has been a huge part of my life for over three years.

But the time has come to move on to other things more suitable to my priorities.

I'll leave everything I've written and photographed up here until Xanga.com finally dies,
or they delete my account; I believe a records of the past should be kept.
Maybe later on in life if I'm famous, people will stumble across this, and get to know me a little deeper.
That's a little scary; but fat chance anyway.

If you are really interested in my work and you want to continue keeping up with me, the following link is for you,

flickr.com/polehugger

That is all.
Thank you and goodnight.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 01:46:37 GMT

I feel like a volcano, because of all this stress.
I need to learn how to manage my time as efficiently possible, because this isn't working.

...Boom!

I think I'm going to lock myself out of this.
for awhile.
I'm going to enable xanga lock so I can't check my comments.

Goodbye.

If you really, really need me, "email it".

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Sun, 07 Oct 2007 03:43:04 GMT

Knock me down, I'll breathe the dirt.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 03:01:05 GMT

[I need to sell ten of these, so let's make it happen. I'll even throw some extra stuff in there, if you do.]

The Daniel Coyne Print Package.
Nifty sounding name, right? The price is also nifty.

You can choose directly from this mosaic if you like what you see,
or you hit the "Next 5" button at the bottom of this page and explore :)

Then just comment, email, or message me the description, dates or URL's of the photos you'd like,
along with your name and address.
Once I receive a check or cash, I'll zoom them right to your door, postage paid.

Thanks so much.
Tell your friends.

Peace and love (finally), Daniel.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 01:59:53 GMT

Want to know a secret?
I don't like being a massive ball of hate.

It's large. It's ugly. It's blinding.
It isn't healthy. It isn't right.

I hate hate.
And I hate how much emotion controls me.

I am a weak and bitter person.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 01:23:46 GMT

You ever have those days? Weeks?

Where you keep coming full circle, slamming into the same old things over and over?
The same walls, causing the same pain?

I can't stop any of this, it's all necessary to become a better human being.

but I don't know how much more I can take.
I'm so tired.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 01:34:33 GMT

"Do you think a good friendship can exist without conflict?"

In a way, yes.
I guess it just really depends on the definition of a "good friendship".
I have relationships that are "good", that have had no conflict in them.

But I've found that the relationship that you've had conflict in are the strongest ones in the end, if you manage to survive the conflict.

Conflict is the ultimate test isn't it?
You find out whether the relationship is really worth holding onto.
If you do make it through conflict, it becomes ten times more valuable since you've put that much more into it.

And then you tend to be closer to them.

You guys are so full of it.
What are your thoughts?

Friday, September 28, 2007

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 01:19:42 GMT

I want to climb out of this hole.
It's too dark down here to see things clearly.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 01:38:47 GMT

My insides feel like they're in shambles.
I miss a lot of things. A lot of people.

I'm tired of Time always moving forward.
I'm tired of having to move forward with Time.
I'm tired of dust, and blazing sunbeams.

I'm tired.

I want to go back into the dreams I had as a child...

Of walking through a peaceful tree-filled neighborhood on a chilly winter night...
I can almost smell the woodsmoke coming out of a random chimney.
Knowing love was everywhere.

It's never going to happen the way I dream it is, is it?
I'd just be holding my breath my whole life wouldn't I?

It's just about unbearable to realize.