JULES DELORME

  Going to get back to working on the bacon pete and other people series. Any and all feedback, as always, will be welcomed. WARNING: Adult situations and language. thelma two toes fell through the ice by jules f. delorme thelma two toes fell through the ice crossing pollys gut. she wasn’t drunk. thelma two toes didn’t drink anymore. the ice crossing pollys gut off island road was usually solid enough to walk on that time of year. the ice breakers never came that way and it was just a short walk across to massena point. and thelma wasn’t getting fat. the ice just broke and thelma fell through. thelma two toes almost drowned right away. her nose and mouth filled up with icy cold water. she sank down deep in the icy water and couldn’t find the hole she fell through. she dragged herself underneath the ice breathing the air between the water and the bottom of the ice for what seemed like forever. a lifetime. luckily she was wearing a good parka. her legs went all numb and she lost her ...

  Day after my vaccine. Shoulder a tiny bit sore, but not sick. Not howling at the moon. (Yes, I know. It hasn't come out yet.) Feeling just fine. #covid #COVID19 #COVID19outbreak #CovidVaccine #Vaccine

  Got my first vaccine shot today: Pfizer. No pain. No sickness. My head didn't explode. Aliens didn't take over my body. At least... Not yet.... (And yes, you cruel friends of mine... That is an actual profile of my finger...) #covid #COVID19 #COVID19outbreak #CovidVaccine #Vaccine

  On this, the anniversary of the death of the greatest writer in the English language, almost certainly in any language... Rest In Beauty and Elegance, for that is what you gave us. To the Memory of My Beloved the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare BY BEN JONSON To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much; 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise; For seeliest ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right; Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin, where it seem'd to raise. These are, as some infamous bawd or whore Should praise a matron; what could hurt her more? But thou art proof against them, and indeed, Above th' ill fortune of them, or the need. I t...