Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 33

By Steve Howard

We start with finishing day 501 and Jackson, much time passed, is off loaded and loaded into the back of a van. “With his rabbit.” Yes. And Esau of the Wild is on his way from Sodom to Gomorrah.

502 Some subtle reminders that this is also a love letter to a little, not sure what word to use here. So they stop at a creek so Jackson can wash. And after 2 Eden years of being a dedicated mother and piano player, Barbaralba kills a shark for a little feast in Gadavida.

“How is the rabbit.”

Getting well fed. So relatively happy. For an unknowing beast of no freedom.

503 A couple independent stories. The young magician at the school for brain damaged children. This may be curable in the near future. Most things will be possible. A crazy new world that we here at Lunanity want to make clear. What you have been told, forget it. Just shit to clog up your feeble mind. And Jackson is in his new home on the mountain.

504 Running around the event horizon of an emotional black hole. Feeding on manic depression to maintain my soul. As well as some reports on a few of our characters. Thank the goddess the next day is Monday.

505 We bounce back the next day to have some good fun in Gomorrah. Esau and the king hit it off, go hunting and kill a fat pig. Barbaralba kills a shark for a feast. And a few other events that include a little holiday activities for Anna Lucia and Esau.

506 It is another day in lala land. And our philosophy of butt holes continues as well as some story lines. The sun is still strong but the night is taking back its dominance. Nearly the equinox. The line. The horizon of dread. And pumpkins and live music and party.

507 Anna Lucia and Esau picked up Prester Monk in his own car. That was the end of stealing children to sell as sex slaves. What is the matter with you; this is no longer biblical times. Time to end slavery. And manic burning of fossil fuels.

508 Prester and Jackson are getting acquainted in their new home. Barbaralba makes her audience cry with her piano performance. And seven thieves come to kill Esau of the Wild and rape his women and inherit his wealth.

509 Esau and his four women are heading toward Lake Galilee. It was likened unto the promised land. A tip from Lord Amamamabamba. And Barbaralba and Namor found the music room on the ship to Havatara. Jackson takes to his rabbit and does not seem to notice Prester Monk. And we have our first concert on Friday. So that is a new excitement. And some truck is out at the track and is loud.

510. I don’t want to reveal any secrets. So I won’t. But Esau of the Wild and his four angelic lovers came onto Lake Galilee and were well pleased. Lance and Prester are not pleased with one another and Anna Lucia and Esau are still in India and we miss the soccer, what we call football, game in Havatara. Some silly love nonsense and other rambling.

511 A day of sour grapes as the philosopher might say. The brightest light was a dark grey. So there was some telling of Esau of the Wild’s first visit to the next town. It went well. All praise to the goddess.

512 Much work on the new farm but Esau and Luna took time to visit the market with 3 bags of wool and a fat hen. Bruce invited them to meet the family and have lunch. And Barbaralba brought Namor to tears at the concert. Like you may to me one day. Though you may have become a selfie junkie and the old man is out of the circle. Left to wander alone in the forest of dread and doom with a little light from a half moon.

513 Esau and Anna Lucia have delivered their last sex slave handler. They will return to New York City. Back in the past, a sheep died so they, Esau of the Wild, offered it to the vultures up on the hill. Blessed be the children of Esau and his goddess resurrection, Artemis, Luna the most beautiful.

514 A fairly cheery ramble through speculation and philosophical masturbation. Anna Lucia and Esau are on their way back. A

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005081713

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 33

Steve Howard 773U5

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Table Of Content

day 501 23.09.2021

day 502 24.09.2021

day 503 25.09.2021

day 504 26.09.2021

day 505 27.09.2021

day 506 28.09.2021

day 507 29.09.2021

day 508 30.09.2021

day 509 01.10.2021

day 510 02.10.2021

day 511 03.10.2021

day 512 04.10.2021

day 513 05.10.2021

day 514 06.10.2021

day 515 07.10.2021

book 33

day_501_23.09.2021

Dear Luna: I love you. And I have to tell you that I have fish. Last book I said egg. Not true. Not till the weekend. And that starts in about 14 or so hours. So. How do we start this book. Something pretty.

Little Bunny was hopping over the meadow, eating white babies. So everything was cool. Let us eat the second fish.

Well fuck me, Luna. I don’t know what to think. But we will skip a few bottles of water with Jackson and visit him right proper. He was offloaded from the ship and put on the truck that went to a yard only two days away. Outside of the city.

Anna Lucia backed the van up to the back of the shipping container. They had planned to put the box in the back of the van so they were a little surprised to see their cargo curled up on the floor talking to a white rabbit.

Is that a rabbit.

Looks like a rabbit.

Anna Lucia laughed and swung the door of the container wide open. Jackson looked at her and Esau.

Am I in trouble.

Esau laughed. He also shook his head. The poor fucker was prescribed for a fair amount of trouble. Unofficial trouble was the least appealing kind. Even Esau did not know what awaited Jackson. Once he had some time with him, their job was over.

My Love.

Let’s go. Jackson.

Can I bring my rabbit.

Bring your rabbit.

He needs some water.

Esau of the Wild was sitting by a small fire watching the sheep nibbling on grass, the oxen doing the same and the goats poking around in the woods. He had Luna the most beautiful of all the creatures in space time leaning against him and asking him about hunting wild chickens. There were some back then.

What might be our hopes and dreams for book 33. The obvious, to see Luna in real time and look at her, not just her bum, her eyes. And I do not know what to say about that. She knows. You can see that I see. She knows I know what she is.

A real bitch.

Who said that.

Wasn’t me.

Anyhow. A bitch, a witch, a goddess. The thing that I think I see is a little farther into the past than her current age allows. The rebirth conspiracy. Nana. And farther.

But we talked of that. Why the fuck can’t they level the songs. Some are far too quiet so one wants to make them louder. Then the next one is recorded hot, as they say. And it fucks everything up.

Luna, My Love. I am written out for today. There seems to be nothing left to say. I will try again tomorrow. The weekend. Be perfect time for you to surprise me with a photo session request. I know that is pushing the hopes and wishes thing. But no sense not dreaming big. We have much work to do if we want to sell a billion books so we can jump start our Lunanity show.

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day_502_24.09.2021

Fuck me, Luna, My Goddess. You most divine beautiful bipedal cellular manifestation. It is just past nine. Pink Floyd is singing about an albatross and Barbaralba is looking up into the sky and seeing one. That would not make everyone remember that they had not killed a shark for a couple of trips around the sun. It did Barbaralba. Luna Sophia was drinking very little milk from her now. She loved mushy carrots and yams. And she had fun mushing a banana in her face. Barbaralba leaned up against Namor and did not need to point at the albatross because Luna Sophia was pointing and making sounds that meant albatross, bababa so that was fairly exciting. And I am fairly hungry. On account I ain’t ate for over 15 hours. I may soon need a nap so I gotta wonder if I eat or don’t. I woke at six but managed a form of sleep until 07:25. When I imagined you walked by and sent a love bomb. Hoping. Dreaming. And I know you could.

Namor, my love. I want to kill a shark.

Namor squeezed Barbaralba tight under his arm and took a deep sniff of her head.

Shall I ask them to stop the schooner or can you wait till we dock.

Barbaralba shot a hand down Namor’s trousers, cupped his balls and squeezed them.

No. Let the ship dock.

Luna Sophia and Janja were playing or exploring on the deck and Barbaralba wanted to dominate her man. Naked and in their little cabin. She took her hand away from his genitalia so they could walk back to their little space.

And since we have just started this book, we won’t get into the details of getting naked and Barbaralba getting a little rough and slamming Namor’s face into her ass so that he would get it relaxed and wet for a gentle pounding. For I am sure we have gone over those details before.

And since I have recently inspected your ass from a meter and a half away and those translucent skin tight tights over your snug black underwear that make it fairly obvious that you do not have a large amount of hair there, I will refrain. On account maybe people who read this, you and me, ah fuck it.

Namor kissed down the crack of Barbaralba and oh. Come, Luna. Let us get crazy and eat a bowl of cornflakes with the whole deal. Then read a bit.

And lo it came to pass that the sun did show its dominance on the day. And it is now middle of the afternoon and I will have to deal with me for the rest of the day. I may start with a nap. Have not had a serious nap. Later we will attempt to catch up to some of our characters. Barbaralba is at present talking to the Old Priest about borrowing a sword and a rowboat and a couple rowers. He is fascinated with Luna Sophia on account she is more charming than her mother.

Oh, fuck a chicken pie. I don’t know if I should scream or cry. Should I live or die. I will have toast with fruit soup, more like a stew. Then I don’t know. Nothing seems very much fun. I miss my music connections. It is too sad being alone on a Friday and Saturday night. And I don’t want a dog. Maybe a robot. Nothing that is demanding. Not doing that again. Though I suppose you could convince me. Write a 36 book love letter.

But that was my decision. Seemed the thing to do at the time. Now we are this far so on we go. Making fantasy versions of you and getting naked and sexy times.

Lilly needed to piss in the wind something fierce. The only thing that seemed to be an answer to that situation was visiting Grandma. And she had the crazy idea to take her uncle Bob with her. Would he go. He could smoke dope just as easy on the farm. She decided to surprise him with a visit. She took a cab. She still had a key but not with her. She would not barge in on him. It had been a few years since she lived in her hole in the wall.

He was usually at the café across from the whores at lunchtime so she got the cab driver to drop her off there. She got a few looks when she got out of the cab. Not many businesswomen of her caliber showed up for lunch. Lilly was not bothered by people staring at her. She waved to the whores across the road.

Hey ladies.

Hey, Lilly you old whore.

I’m not old.

Uncle Bob saw her come in to the café. He was having a coffee with Detective Jack. They both stood up as if they were gentlemen. She laughed and sat next to Uncle Bob. He gave her half a hug.

Are you two conspiring or just drinking coffee.

Just a coffee break.

You have any big plans for the next few days, Uncle Bob.

I haven’t had any plans in your life time.

Then come with me to see Grandma.

Jesus, Lilly.

I’ve got a jet. You just bring you. When were you last home.

Jesus. Maybe a couple hundred years ago.

Go get packed. I’ll talk to Jack.

Uncle Bob hesitated long enough to see if he could come up with a reason to say no. Lilly kept staring at him and waiting. Then he got up and went across the road to his apartment.

How are you doing, Jack.

I’m mostly fucked up but like always.

Lilly laughed and ordered a piece of pumpkin pie.

Jackson and his rabbit were helped into the back of the van. There was more water bottles and bread. Esau grabbed a bunch of grass for the rabbit. And a few small branches from a nearby bush. After driving for a few hours, they stopped near a creek.

Get yourself washed, Jackson. And find some food for your rabbit.

Jackson mostly walked to the creek. He looked around and contemplated running away. But he could barely stand as well as being a bit scabby and