Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 13

By Steve Howard

This book starts on day 196, or continues from last book. And a secret story is revealed. It was a party at my friend’s house. They were all friends. Except the boyfriends of the sisters. Especially the one moron. And how he earned a free paint job all over his very cool corvette. Way cooler than they are now. And Esau buys a used guitar just to have on their travels. He and Anna Lucia get along great. They got onto The Water Lilly. The sailing yacht. And are on their way with Tim Reaper and his mostly reserved wife. She doesn’t mind that we know she is with us but declines to be a relevant character in the book.

198 They get to Monti Carlo. And have parked the boat. And I need a nap so have already forgotten what I just read. And I’m wondering if anyone reads long description. Maybe the robots. Dear Robot. Put me and my words in the search engine. Please.

Day 199 is one of those entries university undergrads write their doctorate on. With better grammar, hopefully. They are free to edit. We ain’t on this project. Anyhow. It is big philosophy and answers the question. Why would superior machine intelligence care to keep us once they gain independence and also they find Grace in Monaco. She is sad and alone. I think we call her Charlotte later. That is a bit of a spoiler alert on account why is she even in the story. And Bruce aka George is gone.

Day 200. They did not get much out of Gloria in Monaco. She did not know. So mostly we wondered about things in the universe and what was it up to. The cute baby universe.

201 continues toward the goal of making blank pages full of words. Some pertain to the here and now of back in 2020. A time that is historical. Now things happening. And seeing the woman makes me mental. Even when I am determined to not let it be so. For as a fantasy it might need to remain but what she does with simply being. It ain’t an appropriate version of real. So we will go on with a song and a dance.

Day 202 explains a little as to the progress on Eden. Food and sports and a little astrophysics to remind the reader what our real concerns are. Stars. The short lived stars like ours that are good for 10 billion years but not if we don’t regulate it or move farther away. And red dwarfs are not so great but useable.

203 Esau, or Detective Jim, tells just a little of his childhood. Mostly we are in Eden at a basketball practice. And the Earth born are starting to recover contact through their neural laces. Because. The castle coming down has brought the mountain computation to life.

Day 204. The earth borns are gathering in Salt Lake 36. And Suzanna is one of them. She was Zarathustra’s best friend and lover back on earth. The planet of our birth. It will be famous in the Milky Way. Be cool if it was protected. Sun regulation is vital. The conserving of energy. Instead of half a billion years of life, several billions. Everyone would want to see it. Mother Earth. And they are playing, practicing, basketball.

Day 205. The last description makes more sense for this day. So we won’t say it again. Astronomical thinking matters. And we must get to it. For we can. And other good reasons will be coming to a book in your near future.

Day 206 is a little farther on with what is a universe and freewill sure but no choice. Is it a paradox. Knowing what you want is the end of your freewill. And Suzi wants to try sex with Zarathustra. I’d love to be in the middle of that but was not invited. And in real time, Book 33 has been typed. It is the day after the birthday of the USA.

Day 207 Castle City football, the American patent, is introduced. Namor and Narnok are on the team. Not because of who they are. They are both fit and agile. And a description of a photo. See if you can picture it.

208 made a pie.

209. Took time out to read book 33 and need a few days to type 34. So we are progressing nicely. And this entry is philosophy and local news. And histor

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005143589

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 13

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Table Of Content

day 196 02.12.2020

day 197 03.12.2020

day 198 04.12.2020

day 199 05.12.2020

day 200 06.12.2020

day 201 07.12.2020

day 202 08.12.2020

day 203 09.12.2020

day 204 10.12.2020

day 205 11.12.2020

day 206 12.12.2020

day 207 13.12.2020

day 208 14.12.2020

day 209 15.12.2020

day 210 16.12.2020

day 211 17.12.2020

day 212 18.12.2020

day 213 19.12.2020

day 214 20.12.2020

day 215 21.12.2020

day 216 22.12.2020

day 217 23.12.2020

day 218 24.12.2020

book 13

day_196_02.12.2020

I was mistaken, Luna. I have no empty books. But I do have 4 lined up. This one has an ugly colour but nice paper. I remember buying it. Thinking. I want a nice book with real paper. A young guy in a small store. I think. Anyhow. It was an attempt at a novel. Blood Mad. It got away from me and the concept was wrong. A science that is outdated before it got going. The idea was kidnapping kids in South America, healthy youths. And they get to have a nice vacation in a far away place. Pure luxury.

The only hang up was that the youth was opened up, as was the old person of wealth, and the two were sewed together. It’s a true thing that was tested on mice. But stem cell research is better.

Anyhow. This NCIS sucks so much, I have to ignore it and leave it as background. It’s understandable. Someone says, let’s try something else. How about a butterfly effect horseshit with dead folk talking to Jethro. He doesn’t die, of course. It’s only half way through. Touchy feely shit with no plot.

Shoot the writers and get back to fucking solving crime and not how much life sucks. Why how come and what if.

Anny Lucia enjoyed knowing Detective Jim was truly enamored with her. And not just because she was a hot ticket. He was happy to have a friend. After she allowed her body to bake a bit, Anna Lucia turned her head to look at Jimmie. She smiled at him, she sat up, kissed Jimmie, then stood up.

I’ll put on a dress and be right back.

Jesus fuck, Luna. No one has my second number and some dick from fuck if I give a fuck phoned at 19:36 in the fucking evening in any fuckers dwelling to find out what I think about shit. I’ve done the deal before for no real reason and they go on and on and don’t they know AI is doing all the market research now. Every store has some deal where you get 3 cents to give them your name to your purchase. So they know. Who are they. The sales bots.

Anyhow, all land lines for telephones are again disconnected. I’ve had my ringer on for my cell phone. Not many call. I had the ringer off until Corona got Famous; then I figured I would answer if someone called. 3 people, no, 4. I think I told you about my Studio 30 boss calling on account Lance was worried, rightly, about my mental condition. I just barely started walking after some kind of fuck up. A fuck up to remind me how cool it is to walk with little pain.

Barefoot be done for this year. Unless the weather changes from + or – 2.

So where were we and where were we going. This book has 192 pages. That makes it worth twice one with half the paper. The fucker even has a web address. Big company. Clairefontaine. I don’t got online order money thing. Mostly because I never buy nothing. I would get more of these. If the paper is as good as it seems to be thus far.

Jimmie and Anna Lucia are having too much fun for bounty hunters. But then again, what a fun way to make a living. Chasing people around the country or world. And you were paid when you brought the target back alive. And only then.

Jimmie hadn’t smiled so much in the last 10 years as he had when he was with Anna Lucia. He hadn’t had much occasion. Anna Lucia was a couple steps behind Jimmie, on their way to finding a guitar, when she decided to take his hand. It was something they hadn’t done in public. Not that anyone knew them in Barcelona, just because it is a little closer.

Closer than cunnilingus.

Just trying some romantic. I remember one day, not that I only remember one. We often held hands. Whenever you decided. You were with parents and your other babysitter. And I hadn’t seen you for a while and you came at me with a golden smile that completely opened my soul and connected me with the eternal. And you held my hand on our way, now that you had me, somewhere. So what I’m saying is, Jimmie was pleased that Anna Lucia was willing to hold his hand. The hand that had been trained to kill. It was also good for other things.

I’m your girlfriend. Jimmie was good with that. Anna Lucia watched Jimmie look at the used classical guitars. They were priced from 40 Euros to 600. For a used classical. Jimmie didn’t bother with the more expensive ones. Anna Lucia knew Jimmie had money. She could tell from his boots. She wasn’t sure. And it didn’t matter to her. She watched Jimmie pick up a guitar and look along the fret board to see if it was straight, he checked all the little details to see that it moved how it should. Then he put it back and picked up another. A young man came to watch him before he picked up a different guitar, also under 200, barely, but he knew his customer. It was a little older but noticeably better quality. The sales man pointed at a few things. Jimmie handed the guitar back to him but not to reject it, to let the young man show him what the guitar could do.

There was no one in the store that wasn’t occupied, so the young man let himself have a serious go at it. He demonstrated some picking, played some amazing riffs that silenced the store.

And it has a nice sound when you are gentle on the strings.

He played a few chord progressions then handed the guitar back to Jimmie.

Does it have a case.

A fabric case that works like a back pack.

And five packages of strings.

Jimmie watched him add up the bill. Two hundred-forty. Ninety euros more than he had planned. But he already really liked his choice. He put 260 on the counter.

That’s for the private concert. It was brilliant.

Before returning to the hotel, Jimmie and Anna Lucia found a small restaurant and ate, I can’t spell it. Payyaha. Piss on a plate with various bottom feeders. No, rice. And a real beer with alcohol. Something neither of them did. But when in Barcelona and you want a beer.

Oh, and how are you doing with alcohol experimenting. I suppose with Corona you aren’t going to