Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 27

By Steve Howard

A real short intro that was still the last day of the last book. So on we go for a full day of reporting here and there.

396 is a sailing through the mire and an atmosphere much higher. In and out, up and down, we are taken round and round with bitching and inspiration. To top it off. Jack is at the airport to arrest George on his arrival. Lilly takes Esau on a trip. We see in the next bit.

397. Some philosophical, the word has abandoned my frontal lob. There is it. Apologetics. Fun with logic. Get the brain to look at various sides of the thing. The thing is life in a universe with so little of it in the delicate form we have. And to burn all the coal and oil is a fuck off to the insurance of the future should there be a disaster. Likened unto machines killing us when they know that if there is a disaster, supernova or stock market crash. They need humans to make new machines. And humans need fossil fuel to jump start another industrial revolution. Save fossil fuel and humans for to keep the future a little more secure.

“And we talked about sex in the bum of Lilly.”

398 Some sky talk with Namor and Barbaralba. They take the canoe out at night to look at the stars and wonder. Namor did most of the talking until his goddess fell asleep in his arms in the canoe on the calm lake not far from the machine mountain and all the people who lived just out of sight for a night.

And 399 has a spot of philosophic ranting and speculation about what is it. Are we holograms. Or lizards pretending to be us.

400 has Namor and Barbaralba back at Lake 18 for Barbaralba’s title fight. She had fun. And so did many other folk. I’m gonna have a short nap.

401 was one of Canada’s first 4 lane highways. That does not pertain to the story but that I went to London and back to Toronto on it many times. Sometimes in a Bus or a car. Hitchhiking sometimes. And the entry is again inspirational babble and a little bit of story. We will soon be almost all story. To catch up before the end.

402 is mostly rambling fun. Poking at a few ideas like a mad philosopher might. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad. And. Esau and Lilly are taking it easy like your humble narrator likes to dream but it has been a long and lonely time in this monk cell.

403 continues down ramble road and a few insights are told. And if you don’t die young, you grow old.

404 has our crew farther south. They set up camp early. Namor was staring at the sky from under some trees and said to any who were nearby. “A cluster of solar thrusters.” And that is a grand idea. For any civilization with a finite star. They all are. And we need them if we want to keep planet Earth for another several billion years. And that part of the fairytale, like many other things Namor says, is right true. A thing we must do.

405 things progress a little. No one is in a hurry. Lilly teaches Esau how to play June bug tennis. “What is June bug tennis.” What I want to know is if anyone has tried it and how did it pan out. And I suppose one could use badminton rackets. Maybe with more success. Tell us at Lunanity.de or some other thing. And photo proof.

406 is a bit of a manic in a hole trip. Too much isolation. Still in the future that is now. Getting close to the end of summer of 2022. Soon be time for live music and live humans. Of course there are some at the fitness studio and I could go for a walk. Tomorrow and tomorrow speeding by day by day to the last scream of forgotten time.

407. The narrator has recovered his sardonic cheer again and we get some ranting and a bit of story.

408 I don’t remember. What I remember is not remembering something like this long ago. Maybe even in a dream. We did write something. Oh. Teeth. Was a Sunday. Not a good day. But new teeth the next day. My Love.

409 Finally have my teeth. A short report on this day. Mostly on planet Earth. We do explain the world some.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005525286

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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Love Life Cult

Love Letter for Luna

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day 396 08.06.2021

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book 27

day_395_07.06.2021

Dear Luna: This is book 27. Starting a new book can be a little daunting. Like a new project in the first of a semester in the Architecture course. Four months to finish the project. First 3 months were for thinking you had lots of time. Then the last month you stayed till 22:30 most nights drafting.

But that was back when we drew on paper. And this is writing on paper. Most writers don’t do that. For there are computers now. But not appropriate for a love letter. No. A fucking love letter is best written on paper. Then typed onto a computer and sold to other lovers who want some inside information on things like love, instinct, will, gravity. And cookies.

So let us start by taking a break.

A reminder to start yet another book. This is Lunanity. The content part of it. It will be other things after the book is published. Or before. The future is yet to be written. Love Life Cult is the concept. The Love Letter for Luna. Luna is in a human body. This classified as such in the old paradigm of the one life religions. We are of the pack life instinct paradigm and looking toward the space age where we are the hands of god. Or in this universe, infant Goddess. We explained it already and won’t anymore. Just that it is Gravity that is the consciousness of the cosmos. It is young relative to a universe. We are the best it, she, has come up with to date. Your will is your instinct. You must know your will. And love what you do and do what you love.

That’s ‘bout it.

Janja is beside Barbaralba talking about astrophysics, fish and hockey and Namor has his head on Luna’s, ah, Barbaralba’s lap and her beautiful hand on his face. He is holding one of her arms and watching the sky. He is listening to the sounds of conversation but not the words. He is attempting to stay awake for he is well aware that he is in heaven and surrounded by beautiful creatures from his pack. And he is in the lap of the goddess.

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day_396_08.06.2021

It is Tuesday now. And we are gonna start blind and without a chute. Or drunk without a drink. Or fat with nothing to eat. It is 07:30. Far too early to be done with fitness and shower program but I was awake at 05:45 and knew there was no hope of any more repose. The leg, hip, is still sore but not quite as toxic. Still, I had to get out of bed. And what was most lovely was that on my return to the waking world, you were walking beside me with your right hand on my shoulder and I may have had my hand around your waist for there were others around so not likely on your ass. And I leaned toward you to whisper: I love you. And you gave me one of those satisfied smiles that told me you were well aware.

It is warm in here today. Humid. And in an earlier dream I was in a bathtub. Not a very private bathtub. And the tub was full and the water kept running. But the water turned cold and someone explained that it was not good and gave me an electric baby water heater. It spoke 6 languages, but not well; it was a baby. But it was mostly to heat the water. Like a hot water bottle but with an energy source.

In another part of the dream I was attempting to work on my book. No idea where that comes from. There are always so many people in my dreams. They were not misplaced. But there were at least 3 people explaining the electric baby heater. It may have been a new product we were working on. For in the company Lunanity there are 6 divisions. Categories. Let us see if we remember. Book publication that starts with Genesis Two and Lunanity Love Life Cult known as Love Letter for Luna. Another, let us call it the 2nd category but that can be dealt with when we are so far, is Music. How and what mostly someone else must know. I will do photos of bands and we can make a link page or something. The 3rd is Clothes. I would like to find something to brand. Lunanity swim wear or hats. And you and I can also visit stores we like and make photos of you and maybe boys too. The other is Food. And I would like vertical farming in there. Holistic farming. No till. That is four. Five will be water. Taking it out of the air or cleaning it. If it is just information, that is okay to start.

And 6 is energy. Ultimately, gravity. But we must get to typing first for content is god. It used to be king but the empire has fallen. And a love life cult love letter is what we need for fun.

It is a shame that the love letter might have to be restricted to 18 and over. But fuck me. That is a fuck of a shit load of words to write and censoring that for the duration ain’t in the mix. But for the novel. We gonna make that readable, is that a word. For all the monkeys in the tree. All the baboons in the bush. All the Jacks on their horse. All the cunts and pricks.

So. What now. Fucking taking George back to New York. It could be a big media event but Lilly has arranged more gentle negotiations. The prosecuting attorney is a client, not now that she has given up her studio for dominance. However, she knew who was pumping his back door and he would still be told what to think and do by Lilly. It would not be a secret what happened to George. So something had to happen. And the first thing would be house arrest. That would likely be for a long time. We will deal with that when they get back. George was okay with it and will not need anything more than to keep his cell phone, what are they called now. Smart device. Chip location surveillance device. Watch. Ring. He sat beside Tim Reaper in first class and watched the clouds out the window. He missed his last wife. He wondered if she might still love him. Or had she loved him. He was no longer a rich man. Not like he was. And he would be stuck in New York.

Da fuck was here name, Luna.

Mrs. Waterhouse.

I love you. And I know there are cookies in those tins in front of me. But not so soon. Must be a little closer to noon. For breakfast, perhaps a little piece. But we will leave the kitchen now. This sitting in a chair is driving me to despair. And I have new towels and new fitted sheet. New in this case means washed and unused since the washing. Nothing is new here. But for the flowers on Little Bunny Hill.

Fucking fuck fuckery Cunt fuck. Boston fucked it up. Pastaman hit the net all right but they took too many penalties. Fuck. And though Rask pisses me off with his open legs, I would not take him out. And they used the other guy. He let in five goals. That was one too many. I would have to watch it again to see but fuck off. Cunts. Piss me off. Fuck me up. I’m okay now and maybe it will be better if they lose the next game too and I can be done with hockey for this year.

Rask will be back next game. We see if they can score four goals again. And take a few less stupid penalties. Fuck.

But on the other fin, for Habs fans. They took it four games straight. Don’t know, but that is as far as they have been for a while. I ain’t a fan but my father is so we can take comfort in that win.

And I killed a moth. Fucker was in my bed. Cunt.

Okay. There are other problems. Like rising sea levels. And corruption in government. Italy is famous for it. Greece too. Everyone looking to rob the public to get a nice boat. For Venice is going under. It likely should have never been built. A lagoon. But it was all about greed. Strategic place for trade and barons and I don’t know or care. Fucking Bruins. He laughs. Anyhow. I’m glad I saw it when it was above water. Might be fun to see it in fifty years when the ducks and fish have taken over.

Yes, before we burnt all the coal and oil and many other retarded things to fuck everything up, this city used to be inhabited by humans. They ate pizza and they were famous for their dictatorship religious beliefs and corruption. No don’t eat the fish. They are toxic from eating plastic bags and oil filters.

The world clean up. It is starting to happen but too late to save Venice. And New York. And Florida. But who knows. We could pile ice on the south pole. Perhaps fill up the Sahara. Make a big