beyond the lake at the northern end of a quiet valley on the planet of the jackanapes

 

Sitting in a park brooding.

A perfectly healthy 37 year old woman called Jessica Wilson in the US who against her will took the Johnson And Johnson vaccine, made out of cells from unborn babies murdered by abortion and like the other vaccines not really a vaccine at all, and has died of blood clots induced by the vaccine.

She had zero risk of dying from the Covid 19 flu virus she was forced to vaccinate against.

She died in September.

Her family have attempted to publicise the fact that the vaccines killed her.

Internet service providers have been censoring them, nost notably the corporation styling itself Twitter.

The ghost of John Donne appears and sits beside me, neatly dodging past a swan who tries gamely to peck his breeches for old time's sake.

"No man is an island entire of itself," sez John Donne. "Every man's death diminishes me. Therefore do not send to know for whom the bell tolls when yet another person is poisoned by the vaccines. It tolls for thee."

"I know John, I know," I tell him.