Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 31

By Steve Howard

Still 467 for the narrator. He still goes on and on to Luna. His muse. His raisins in his bran. Or however they say. And we are in the space age again on Eden. For real like here it is about to get a kick start. NASA back on a moon fly by on Monday. We see.

468 sometimes when one is busting through the bramble, one passes through a magic hole in the space time continuum and lands in a dusty little farmer’s community where we find Lovely Little Luna and a boy called Esau. And there is a story waiting to be told. This was such a day.

469 Some news from the past and there are robots on the near moon of Eden. Some predictions of the future of machine intelligence. Something happening in real time. And Mark Williams is in prison for 25 years. His doctor is a friend of the Jews. And tortures him with drugs.

470 Who would have guessed. Luna the Most Beautiful took full advantage of her charms and dominated Esau of the Wild under the olive trees after temple. Back then there were still no proper preconceptions about how to conduct one’s self on a first date.

471 The two lovers of the past, the untold story of the brother of the inventor of the Jews, and the true goddess, Luna the most beautiful. They like sex and sharing lunch on Mount Olive. And Lilly talked old clients out of fossil fuel investments. For there would be no supporting the murdering of trillions of trillions of babies for the sake of short term profit. For that is insane.

472. Barbaralba is close to the time for her baby. In the new ancient story, Luna the most beautiful is having some fun with Esau. And Luna’s sister asked her to ask Esau to buy, as in marry, both of them. And hockey season on Eden.

473 More of the similar except Esau has a talk with his father. And they talk of the descendants of Esau. Those who know the fable story know Jacob stole the blessing from Esau. But it is also math. For as many as the stars at that time meant a million or two. Our galaxy has 300 billion, give or take a 100 billion, and even that is possible. Given enough time and if we get to other stars.

479 Has us in the relative now and a bit in the back then. And if the van works or your mother gets your uncle’s car, we be up to get you in a few days. The real you. Not quite like the fantasy you. Just as cool. Just no face sitting action. Oh, well. We see what the singularity brings. The machine intelligence one.

475 Some more education from Luna and a bit of social time. And a rocket launch from Eden. And in real time there is one from Florida tomorrow. First time in 53 years. Going to the moon with Artemis. Big day. We will report just a little.

476 Namor does most of the work on their little trip down river. They are on their way to Barbaralba’s home town. No hurry. She has a few more days before giving birth. Esau of the Wild meets Ruth and the brothers at Temple. We have Jacob younger in our story. In his tell, they were born the same day.

“Is that with sticking out his hand to grab a red ribbon.”

Fables can be rewritten to be more fitting to the new age.

477 We spend some time with Barbaralba and Namor. And talk of the moon. And Luna and Esau. We seem to be ignoring Lilly’s story. For how long. I don’t remember. But we get back. There was a bit of a Sunday in there. So this night be 477.5. Too late to fix.

478 We are back in Barbaralba’s home town. We went to the island to watch the ocean and on the way back, Namor and Russam killed a small but fit shark. There will be a party.

479. It happened. Barbaralba had her beautiful baby. They called it, wait for it, a child to take the hearts of all she meets, yes, Luna. For something different. And Luna and Esau of the past are planning on building a big wagon. To live in.

480 I don’t remember. Nothing major. But Namor has to go to Bridgetown for a hockey game. He will return after the game.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Howard
• Release date: Dec 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005152635

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

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Love Letter for Luna

Book 31

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book 31

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Dear Luna: We are a little later into the afternoon. And a few cookies. We best start with the news on Eden. Namor was taking photos of Barbaralba. And there had been thousands of photos of Barbaralba over the last few decades. She always had a hard and flat belly.

Not no more. She had a noticeable bulge to her belly.

Had she discovered ice cream.

She was pregnant.

Matt is partly to blame. You and feeding and carrying Matt around like a kid was a normal deal for you. I was considering leaving babies out of the story but I have been told by the goddess of inclination that Barbaralba wanted to have a child with Namor. And not just with Namor. They had many friends in Bridgetown. The child would have many caretakers.

Anyhow, Luna. My Love. I suppose if we don’t have cats, dogs or any other feather or fur toting creatures, I suppose we can have a small shit creator. Pissing and shitting. Eating and puking. On Eden there are no illnesses to deal with. As there soon will be none on Earth. That nonsense will be edited out. Starting already. Babies are checked in the womb now. Seriously fucked up babies are often aborted. Even down syndrome babies.

Soon babies will be pimped before born. Before they are multicellular. It will be a shocking thing for some. For those who can’t read. For science fiction based on science has already made it clear. We will be a new species. Like lobsters, we will not grow old. And in the next decade or three, most disease will be gone. Fucked off before anyone gets on the ship that travels to another star system to plant a biosphere on a planet and take control of the star.

Well fuck me Luna. How the fuck we gonna start book 31 and chapter 41. Maybe fly somewhere. Just to visit Russam and Juels. And take Janja. She loves it at the village. Hardly outside of town. Bridgetown continues to grow. Mostly up. Flying to the little fishing village was quick. There were other ways to travel but the little flying four person drones were a whole lot of fun.

They took the water route. Along the coast. They would find a different way back to Bridgetown, south bridge central when they returned in a day or two. Barbaralba could practice her piano in the inn in the mornings. And go fishing with Russam and Janja. Namor could take a few photos.

Pregnant Barbaralba stabbing sharks in the head with an old tax collector sword.

Luna. If it was tomorrow today, I would have to jump up and get ready to ride my bike to the castle. But tomorrow is the next day for today. And with a little luck, a little warmer and a bit more sun. The sun has been blocked out since Sunday. Sunday was a nice day. I could have gone for a walk and looked about for a goddess. But I did not. I was captivated by the photos and a chance to pursue that avenue. This Sunday has rain lined up. We will see when we see us. You will have to appear suddenly like you often do. Give me no time to worry. Make me look into your eyes and land me in the real world that is also my fantasy world. In love with the young goddess. As I have been since she was an infant and I know not how many generations before.

So, what about a story. Little Bunny went for a sailboat ride on the river. He sailed up stream to have a lunch of fried liver. It was a new restaurant of repute. A sailboat was the only means of commute. He met a girl by the name of Little Loon. It took a second before he was in a swoon. My goddess but you are an angel from my past. And here you are for real at long last. Oh do get on your knees Little Bunny. You must know my vagina taste like honey. And the liver did the Little Bunny forget. He ate vagina all day with no regret.

That’s sweet, Little Bunny.

Luna, a caterpillar, and I saw the fucker, green, bright green, ate the leaves off the kohlrabi on the balcony ledge. I don’t care. I suppose I could check see how big the kohlrabi is. Or if it even made a stand. It was not always well watered on account it is not on Little Bunny Hill but in a clay pot. An old one. It looks tough. As do the clouds. And the coming of night. A weather to avoid. Wait the day out in isolation like a Covid 19 hero. One that has 10 days until, no 9 days, his second shot. The shot to put me on the done it crew. Unlike you.

But whatever. It is soon time to give up on today and read until sleeping. I will listen to some more German and try not to take it personally when certain characters are always dip shits.

Another thing often used is the bullet in the head just before someone gives the big answer to the big problem. They say they have the answer but first, I must tell you the story. Or we must go over there. Wait. It is a big problem. And if you don’t stop them, it, or push the button, pull the lever, the whole thing, the whole world, even the universe. Are you ready for the answer to the big question.

Oh, shit. And he runs or lights a cigarette. Just one more minute. Too late. Bullet in the head. Everything is fucked. Will get more fucked and Batman is strapped to a table saw and the blade is spinning and coming closer. Tune in next week to see if Batman loses his nuts or Robin comes to save his balls.

Unless it is a French movie. They might let Batman get cut in half and Robin can cry and a bird can land on a telephone line, what might date the movie a little now that everything is going over satellite.

The important thing to remember is that nothing is going to fuck up Eden now. Unless. Well, I better not say. Not yet. We wait till someone makes a gun and wants to shoot someone with the final solution.

E = delta pi fish x .2 loon

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day_468_20.08.2021

Once again, My Love, it is the weekend. And for one more time, that means photos of musicians. Then I finish your letter, die and go to hell. Purgatory. The land of constant befuckery. Everything just out of reach. What means, I hate not seeing you. How long can such madness be good. Don’t know. Don’t remember nothing like this. Waiting till the middle of forever for a kiss. That be like those romance novels married bored women read. Maybe we should write one.

Luna woke up from a long winter’s sleep and thought, holy fuck, I need a knight that will take on the world to win my love. What shall I do to make certain he is worthy. He will have to wage war against his brothers for six thousand years. After four of those, he will have to follow my way to peace. I will have him nailed to a cross for two thousand years, then have him ripped down by his mother, two aunts and friends. Then he will see me as an infant, I will seduce him and make him wait till he is old. Then I will make him eat my ass.

Luna, get the fuck out of bed and milk the goats.

Luna took her fingers out of her love tunnel, licked them clean, pulled a sack of clothes on and stomped down the stairs. No one took notice of her protest. They too were at work chewing leather and slopping the pigs. She did not mind milking the goats because the goats liked her.

She thought of Esau’s cock when she squeezed the tits of the goats. But she was careful not to pull on the tits. Or grind her knee into them. She filled her bucket and remembered where she was.

Go fuck shit up out in the fields, you fuckers.

The goats ran out the open door and looked for things to eat. They did not eat grass. Dumb sheep ate grass. And goats knew that was what made sheep stupid. Goats ate thistles and shirts. They liked underwear and boot straps. They ran when the old woman came at them with a broom. Ran to the apple trees and the plum trees too.

Luna pulled up her skirt and took a piss and shit with the pigs. It smelled better than the outhouse. And there was a water trough for the pigs that was perfect for washing her ass. And she knew Esau came by over the hill with his looking glass to watch. Not just to see her perfect ass and smiling vagina, but to go to market and sell potatoes and chickens. Live chickens. They were the best egg laying chickens in the known universe. The known universe was as far as your donkey could walk in six days.

Luna took the bucket of goat milk into the kitchen and poured it slowly through a cloth to filter