Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 10

By Steve Howard

The narrator seems to have given up on keeping sexual fantasy to a minimum. Just so the Baptists know. Best not read the Love Letter for Luna. There are other things happening. Sex is like the fur on a bunny. It hides the meat and the blood. And for those obsessed by the thought of sex, perhaps they will only see the fur and miss the action of the muscles and essence of the not so hidden but riddled in parables and antidotes.

There is little that is more dreary than a Sunday when not in love. Being in love with a fantasy only makes it worse. Anyhow. The protocol team are enjoying some time in Snow City. A slide down a mountain. A contemplation on this or that. We will be in the forth day when we return.

Day 152 was a little blue and there was a bit of a bite to the prose. The holiday team have left Snow City to go back down river to visit Little Barbaralba who is bigger than Barbaralba.

The next couple days are uneventful. Just rambling on. Luckily it is short and a little funny. And it reports that I was out of the city. A big event.

After their visit in Little Barbaralba Town, or City, Alexandria decides they are building a raft to float down the Gadavida river. And it is another Sunday but instead of a black hole, I saw you and the family for an evening meal. Deer stew. Don’t know if that’s true. But it was nice to see you even if you are a little too cool. And I’m happy for the crew on the raft.

Next day on the raft, Barbaralba wants to understand what we here on Earth call American Football. Not like football that Americans call soccer. Namor has yet to play it but he had read up on the tough and crazy sport. He likes it. However, more than throwing a ball with Narnok is not in the near future. For the near future will involve some mapping of some of Eden. That is the next big plan if war is done.

Day 157 is meat day. A break from fish. The three hunters track a pig and are surprised by a turkey and kill it. But the pigs attack so they kill one and when everything is on the raft and roasted, they stop an eight man canoe and make them party with them. And the Old Priest foretells the future.

The next entries are somewhat random jabs at here and then. And the raft is still on its way toward the ocean. There was something else but I will have a nap and leave you, the reader, to discover it.

Day 161 still on the raft. A nice question and answer time. And this is the most important when sitting around a dying campfire and looking into the starry night.

“Is there anything out there that can kill us.”

“Are there any resources we can use.”

And since both are now known. We have no choice but to be in control of the solar system and then the stars. This is a fact; so if you have an opinion based on belief that says otherwise, you are wrong. And need to change your mind. Stubborn stupidity leads to extinction.

Next day is also on the raft. The Old Priest is getting good at coffee and chocolate. It is his passion. And talking philosophy with Namor.

Day 163 is where the other story starts. If it is made into its own story, as in edited, a few details would be changed. Left out. Names are later fixed and the characters that are introduced and not dead after the first report become an ongoing story. From the voice of Sallandrah. She is happy to write something new. And the Grimm Reaper was a little fat when He first met him. Not now. Just so you aren’t surprised when you meet him later.

Day 164 we meet Detective Lummermann. She is new at the job. Not out of cadets. She was military. But we might not know that yet. Lilly is recovering in the hospital and is gone when He, the man of no identity for the first part of the story, goes in to kill her. He thinks he will but knows he won’t. It’s his job but in Lilly’s case, it just ain’t right.

Day 165 Lilly goes to visit her grandmother. That is not in the city. Have we told you what city. I don’t thin

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005227869

Steve Howard

Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada 1960. Moved to London, Ontario, Canada in 1967. Started playing hockey and piano. Went to Sir Wilfred Laurier High School and played the trumpet.Studied Architectural Technology at Fanshawe College of Applied Arts and Sciences. Started playing guitar and writing a little. On a trip to the mountains in 1982 with a friend I decided, or was awakened to the knowledge that I was going to pursue writing. Graduated 1984 and moved to Toronto.Moved to Saarbrücken, Germany in 1993.Have traveled many places in North, Middle and South America and Europe.Besides reading and writing also work on photography and music.

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Lunanity

Love Life Cult

Love Letter for Luna

Book 10

Steve Howard 773U5

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Table Of Content

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day 160 21.10.2020

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day 162 26.10.2020

day 163 27.10.2020

day 164 28.10.2020

day 165 29.10.2020

day 166 30.10.2020

day 167 31.10.2020

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We got a publisher for your love letter, Luna. Bunnie Stop Books. They have no books in print and we are here a few minutes later on Friday 9th of October in the year of the Corona Virus. Year 0. Zero. Next year be the 1s, shit. One’s. How tedious. 2021 is better. Anyhow. Like we agreed, we gotta get on with it and that means hanging out a little in Snow City so they can enjoy the growing town. Sallandrah and her guests, though she made no claim to her city anymore, she was also an honoured guest. She signed some books for people who make the journey to bring gifts and get a hand printed copy. Not really. Just really nice print on a very new printing machine that had been and was and still is.

Okay, last report for Friday night. We are in the tent listening to the rain on a digital copy. I was out on my balcony at 23 hundred hours and witnessed a mostly clear sky and off to my left, what is just south of east, up above the horizon, was the red planet. I know that it is Mars. I didn’t always. But it was always coming back for another view. Every couple years it is relatively close. And there are robots up there; they were sent by humans to investigate the condition of the red planet. Not pleasant. But it will be fun to see what we can do with it.

Build a huge ice rink.

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We will continue into the next day with words of wisdom and random references. We must add fuel to the burning desire in man to distract us from wondering what we might do if we have nothing to do.

I’m in the kitchen just to get away from the other room for a piece. Got my hot water. I try to have one in the morning so as to start the day clean. Why hot. It don’t make you pee so fast, or soon, and it is easy for your stomach. Coffee will likely come along when I figure it is time. Right now it is very quiet. 08:00. I have some washing in but the cover I wanted clean has a replacement unit what I forgot I had or it sucks and I’ll find out tonight. I must sleep naked for clothing drives me batty when I am spinning around in my bed. I need a new mattress. Need a new bike. New girlfriend. New house. And a horse, a fishpond, lake, river and ocean. I need to be kissed and missed. Hugged and a foot attack or anything that ain’t nothing.

But that ain’t true. I like just thinking of you. My excuse for being blue. If we got shit to worry about and not have them we ain’t gotta be worried about just chilling and not worrying about nothing.

Anyhow. This ain’t so good a place to write but I wanted to hang with you here for a little while. Next 36 years.

I told your father I was not so excited about ACDC as he was. He told me it was a mistake. I do like some of it. Like this song. Love it. They opened with it the one time I saw them. I miss Gimp when I think of ACDC. Would I go if I could afford it. I don’t know. No lies, I have more fun at a Trip concert and this song, to get back to topic, Thunder Struck, I played everyday on the way to work at Youandi. It was to get me going.

And there are songs with Bon that I love. Not Slow Ride, but something like that.

Barbaralba was standing naked in front of her Drave King. She wanted him to look at her body and remember that it was more than the arms that held him when they embraced. She looked at the arms that held her for at least part of every night. His fighting had made him a little larger. Namor admired her shoulders and watched how the curves of her arm muscles; I’m going to learn how to spell that word one day. Namor reached out to touch the side of her chest where it supported her arm. He put his other hand to the side of her other tit and pushed them together just a little so that he could kiss along the cleavage. Barbaralba put her hands around his head and made it clear that he could worship and adore her breasts.

The rest can be written if HBO wants the details. They, Namor and Barbaralba, in a room in a cave. A small room. And a new room. More rooms were being built for visitors.

Barbaralba put her hands back on Namor’s face after teasing his genitalia. She pulled his face up to kiss him and pushed him away enough to watch