Random Ramblings XLVI · 7:01am Mar 14th, 2016
IN WHICH I DESCRIBE A ROCK
I finished another paragraph of "Adagio" this evening. Yay. Now I just need to write the other 99% of the story. 
My Burrito stories all follow the same basic pattern (as perhaps they should, being connected and all): A long-winded descriptive opening that sets a fairly bleak mood, introduction of our focus character amidst that backdrop, and then a precipitous descent into navel-gazing insanity, ending with someone eating or not eating a burrito.
Follow below the jump for proof that I'm only mostly lazy:
In the middle of the street, a rock – chert, larger than a pebble but still rather small – existed. Untold years of wind and rain (and the occasional car tyre) had smoothed its edges. This made it much more aerodynamic if were to ever be kicked, which is exactly the fate that befell it. A scuffed purple boot made contact with the unfortunate rock, sending it careening through the air until it bounced unceremoniously off the side of a lamppost, falling to the ground where it landed in that little corner of road where the asphalt meets the curb – the part that can never be cleaned no matter what anyone does except during a heavy rain, much lacking of late.
Because godawful purple prose helps make Burrito what it is, gives it its barely-existent charm. Trust me, it gets less overwrought once the rest of Adagio appears… although shortly after that is the point where she starts rambling. Maybe I should do what I did with "Sunset" and write 'Dagi's monologue at three in the morning while I'm sleepy as fuck.
