I hate not being smart enough to make backups of our backups, recopying what one has copied.
I have the fucking Hidalgo illustrations but because my website and wordpress are often pieces of shit, I have to redo the whole fucking thing again.
Bullshit? Yes, indeed. Masterdater Part 2 won’t go up until tomorrow, and I have had several experiences that have run the gamut in terms of meaning and inherent feeling over the past few days that need remarking… I will talk about that later in another post. I had a very awesome weekend, let’s just say that.T’s entry right now is too close to my heart so we we will have masterdater part 1, part 2, and various other short stories…one called “Corndog” for those who know.
This is what I mean when I suggest I do things for the story. Hidalgo was an exercise in lying and deceit, with me always wondering what reason would perpetuate such a bunch of bullshit instead of the truth given I forgive most things, give allocations for spaces which are usually unnatural and would never even happen just for the sheer possibility that whatever load of bullshit I have been fed could be true–could be indeed.
So, for your viewing pleasure we have Hidalgo. These were for a short story illustrating how Hidalgo came into town, promised a bunch of shit he would never follow through on, vanished and left his three amigos to do all of the hard work, his backup plan, until they found him and ripped his arms from his body:
Hidalgo rides into town…
magic show
Deanna is taken in by the magic Hidalgo has promised…
Hidalgo repromises the mayor’s son
Hidalgo promises to help them
He's a liar, no doubt
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