Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 23

By Steve Howard

We open with 346 on the topic of finding a topic and how nice it is to have a universe to do stuff. Imagine the universe was to vanish and you and your cat were the only two things that remained. Caught on the lip of forever but unable to move. And without a universe there is no sound. Just like in deep space. Which means you don’t know if your cat it trying to catch its breath, what won’t happen in a trillion years or more. Or is complaining about hunger.

347 has a dark tone to it. It also has a pleasant pace and takes the reader along a gentle trail of introspection and contemplation. And my neighbour below has a game with a fucking cello loop. Over and over for the duration of the life of a fruit fly. Makes me think of Bruce. If I had a rocket launcher.

348 is a little silly with love on account of a planned meeting with the woman. Not sure if someone shit. I forgot to get a couple pens in DM. Went with that as a concept. But they had no maple syrup. Why not. Is Canada at war with Russia or China. Can we stop with this bloody war horse shit. Enough with idiots rule. Stop. And now I forget. Oh. Saw her. Purple training sweater to show off figure. Jesus help me.

349 is talking direct to the goddess in the flesh and some story and some speculation and verification on some topics of no one is interested but could be.

350. Bloody door slamming day. Made me angry but later had a nice outing. And here in the now, your brother, father and me over for a late night meal. A nice surprise what happened by luck on account I saw her at the café and she wanted to say bye to your brother who is off to visit places in Europe to celebrate the end of high school and now I have to work on coming into sleep mode. My Love.

Shit. I forgot I was not talking directly to the subject of the love letter.

Day 351. 351 reminds me of Brent’s Mustang. But it does not drive through our story. Other things do. Barbaralba is practicing her scales and I was bitching about the door. I have it under control the last few days. I better eat some toast.

Day 352. We ended up forgetting Janja’s name and called her Jena. We pronounce it better later. Barbaralba was teaching her how to shoot fish under water. And they were having fun visiting Barbaralba’s home village. It is not far from Bridge Town. I would visit my parents more often if there wasn’t an ocean between us. And other things.

353 Some questions to wonder about. Such as, how important is hate, rape, murder and slavery to our development as a species. Do we still need to create an enemy. How long must we put up with insane dictators. Can they not be removed, put in a cage that is hermetically sealed and a web cam set up so when people are bored with the media they can watch, in silence, dictators in a glass box pointing at each other and either yelling of making empty proclamations that are lost to the abyss.

354 It looks like Bridgetown will be the place to be for our friends. Artemis is still in Anamata but plans to come. So too The Old King and Sallandrah. There will be a basketball team soon. The hockey fans must wait. Still no arenas with ice. We can do ball hockey. And we will be happy soon. After a day or two of being blue. What will happen. I don’t know. Till forever on it goes.

Day 355 Well we got to it. Namor has gone next door, or yard, to shoot some pucks with Alexandria. He picks it up quickly. Alexandria is a good teacher. Mostly a relaxing day for them. And George transfers some money back to the investment company. Then they fly to Georgetown and Anna Lucia and Esau have some no holds barred sex. After Lilly communicated to say good work.

Day 356. Left the house and things happened. And we wonder about things and read another book. Life happens. Over and over. Sometimes it is nice to not think about it. Just look at it. The things in it. Such as a plant. Growing in the sun. And look at someone’s bum. For the universe is ju

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005056308

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 23

Steve Howard 773U5

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book 23

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My Love. We will ease into this book gently here on a Saturday afternoon. Wait. Not true. Fuck me. It’s Friday. Already fucked up. Anywhore. Cunt. There. We just pissed off the religious folk. Not intended. But fuck it. We will establish that the narrator is not refined. More a street rat that has the good fortune and good sense to live in Germany where the social system is friendly enough, and civilized enough, to put low life in a shelter.

My dwelling is pleasant.

We weren’t going to start like this. Not in book 23 which was supposed to be more appropriate for little girls getting Christian papers. But that is virus willing.

What was the purpose of these lover letters, just as a reminder. Instinct. It was Namor’s thesis back when he was in the castle. What was it. Why was it. And how did they get to a life where the language they used made little sense.

That book, Castle City, now Genesis Two, just because, was started in the 80s. 1980s, for the young folk not aware there was such a time. And this letter to Luna, the woman that I love and adore, is your editor attempting to improvise his way through finishing the last chapters. The first 24 are finished. The war years. The fucking peace years are the problem. How the fuck you make a story with no more war.

We are in G2 chapter 38 here in book 23.

We have discovered some wild science. The universe is alive. And it is relatively young. Just now becoming conscious. What scientists like to call, The Singularity. Though they are not gonna believe it. So we will attempt to demonstrate it.

And there will be sex. Just to have some fun.

And science. This is partly the quest to understand the universe that we are in. For its nature is, from our small subjective point of view, dangerous. I will attempt to imagine explaining it to my parents. They are the most stubborn fundamentalists one might imagine. If you are Moslem and have fundamentalist parents, it is the same thing. The book is true. Science can fuck off but get me a phone.

That is part of my fury. So let’s get back to the dinner theater. Namor is usually gentle when Barbaralba is with him. Unless they are at war.

Science describes a fifth. There is matter, the particles, as we call them, of the atoms. The electron, the proton and neutron. The proton has three quarks, two up one down and the neutron two down, one up.

What kind of meat is this.

Do you like it.

Yes. It is so tender.

Ostrich.

Well, I’ll be fucked. What’s that. Oh. A big bird from a far away land. They are raised, now on the island.

The point is, as Namor takes notice of Barbaralba crossing her legs. Moving just a little closer to him, we mostly know nothing. Some of 5% and just about none of 95% of it.

Where do you plan to live.

Barbaralba wants to study piano with Patricia, so we will be mostly in Bridgetown or visiting her village. I will be in Salt Lake 36 for working on a stellar computing machine.

Lilly ran up the hill to piss in the wind. Then she sat on the hill and watched the few cars on the road. She was too small up on the hill for anyone to notice. Her legs were wide open with the gentle wind on her vagina. Granny was at work. So Lilly played with her vagina just a little.

I can’t get started this afternoon, Luna. A new book seems so daunting. So many pages with that new universe look. Nothing but white. No meaning. No form. No atoms. Why is there matter. No one knows. Anti matter should have done it away. It did most of it. What is the ratio with the protons that resulted from the destruction. A billion to one. What madness. Everything so close to not being. Just barely possible.

There is no such thing as a four leaf clover. Some people think if you find one it is good luck. So they are twice wrong. However. It ain’t so bad to believe you are lucky. You will watch for it. Look out the window as a bird hangs upside down on the end of a branch. That’s a bit lucky.

Be born in a universe where the Goddess loves you.

That’s blooming good fortune. One might think. Does tend to make one incompatible for what is commonly referred to as a normal life. Means I’m more likely to write a 36 book love letter with no idea what I am doing.

You are in love. How many old fucks can say that.

Anyhow. No concerts tonight. I want a virgin pen.

Let’s see if that is fucking six times better. Jesus. I don’t know how much ink is left. But I don’t care. I will invest a buck 25 for the luxury. On account it takes less force. And that means easier movement. Less pain, so maybe I’ll say something pretty.

Luna. She is pretty. I haven’t seen her naked but I guess she has pretty titties.

And I made some applesauce. Toast with apple sauce will be my last meal for the day. I may go for a walk tomorrow. I am going a little mad here. Not quite dangerous but I would like to hurt myself. Run into a wall, smash my head. But I may read a little more in Sally and Billy’s story. Get a feel for them and stick something in here.

Lilly had a little orgasm then a nap.

And we are having trouble finding an in on this dreary Friday night. Not sure what the rest of the world might be up to. I may watch Sally kill a few fucks. It’s her job. At least how she started. Billy is the computer informatics type. The mastermind behind the Eden expedition. We don’t quite know that in the first book. It is mostly obvious but there could be a book in between. Or, we could not think about it. For I may need something different. Like music. Write some songs. Like the one I sent Gabe. See if he does something with it. It’s a love song. Back a few books.

For who.

Everything in your love letter is for you. It would be silly to write one for someone else.

You are sometimes silly.

I could write one for my Nana. Or my mom. But let us go for a murder in the park. Just for a lark, as old folk might say. A lark is a bird. Like saying for the fun of it. Shits and giggles.

I have indulged in some of Ali Sam Erapa. It’s not at all gentle like this book is attempting.

Fucking right.

It is quite informative and well researched. I like it. And Sally is tough. We didn’t see much of that in this story. She did have to kill someone on their way down the river from Snow City. And she was in a few other battles. Zarathustra is more violent by nature. Especially in the Erapa story. She is a horror story. How that happened, I don’t know. For horror is not my thing. But Sally was in charge of creating her character. Zarathustra created Artemis. But we pulled her up to the front of the story. For some sanity. She is most gentle and kills with no malice. Don’t think we should even talk about Zara here. You can ask me. Or read it. You will be old enough by the time this gets typed. And it is all fiction and symbolic and historical and educational.

It could be noticed that my female characters are either serious don’t fuck with me bitches or super bitches that take fucking about to the extreme.

Like your Nana.

Don’t fuck with Nana. I remember that. I didn’t understand it until I was older. And none of the grandchildren would think of it. They all loved her. Some still do. But if she made a mince tart with no trace of meat and asked if that wasn’t the best tart I ever ate in front of both of my parents. No, Nana. It ain’t. My mother’s is the best. And you smiled like you did when I told your mother I did not believe. No. I must not believe and don’t. Nana tells me what to do. Her will is my instinct.

Do you want to call me a bitch, Stevie.

Queen Bitch. Is one of Barbaralba’s names.

And Namor absolutely loves her. So let us try sleeping. Or something like it. My Goddess.

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Luna, My Love, it is fucking Saturday morning. 08:08. I ate an orange. I read a bit of the last book. I am a Lunatic. And I am not relaxed. I can’t relax on the sofa. The sun is gonna be too high for my floor by the time we get another day without clouds. I can’t sit at the table too long before it hurts. It itches. My shirt. Fucking bed. I’m in it most of the day, rolling around trying to wonder what to write. I wanna go out but it’s too cold for barefoot walking. And there is nowhere to go. I might go to DM for maple syrup just to get out of here for a bit.

Fuck me.

So, enough of my situation. What the fuck are we going to tell the world. They already know the frustration of lock down mania.

Barbaralba fucked Namor silly after the dinner theater. They