These are the honey-bear days.

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 I have been reading the 7 books in the catholic Bible missing from the Protestant Bible and playing retro games. 


I don’t know why I feel obliged to write on this blog at five in the morning other than Luna (my pet cockatiel) is asleep so I can not make to much noise for the next few hours.


I think I will start on lunar two eternal blue tonight. I have played the extended demo disc that came with vanguard bandits back in the working design days. I really loved it playing that demo disk stuck with me as one of my favorite video game memories even more than some actual game’s I have completed.


And yes I have been thinking about the game since I got the pet bird… that I named after a character from a demo disc to a game I never completed.


That is one of the stranger things about life. The things that stick with us, are not necessarily the things we had. Sometimes our aspirations carry as much weight as our experiences. 


There are so many things I wished I had done rather than watch hunter x hunter for the thousandth time (not hyperbole not the amount of time I have seen some episodes).


kind of like how one of my favorite manga 20th century boy I never had the stomach to read the third act. Watched a YouTube synopsis on the series the other day and felt completely justified after finding out how it ended. But the first two acts are some of my favorite work in comics.


The liminal is the modern aesthetic these are the honey-bear days.


Be safe out there friends.

 peace and love.

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