Lunanity Love Life Cult Love Letter for Luna Book 23 E-BOOK

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 ...