I met Death today. We are playing chess.
Mary: Leo: Where's my crate? What the fuck? [sees his albums filed in milk crates] Leo: Oh my God, what happened? Yo, what happened here? Mary: Surprise! Leo: What? Mary: Surprise! Leo: You fucked with my albums? Mary: I organized them. Leo: Mary, there was a stack right here, it took me a week to pull them! Mary: They're organized by the Dewey Decimal System, which is perfect for small collections like yours, unlike the Library of Congress... Leo: Small collections? There are over 1,000 records here! Mary: I know, it took me all day to do it, Leo, they were a mess. Leo: What are you, my mother? They *were* in order! Jesus, I gotta be at Rene's in 20 minutes and you totally fucked my albums! Mary: I worked on this all day, it'll help you. Leo: You bitch! You fucking bitch! You have ruined my life, you know that? You ruined my fucking life. Mary: Give the system a chance. I made three card catalogues: titles, subjects and artists. Every categories of music: tribal, sleaze, disco, those are further sub-divided. Here's the list, Crisco disco, Frisco disco, now each album is coated with the yellow sticker, the red sticker means that Teddy Rogers worked on it, that's a no-no, we know that. Here's your #2 pencil, use this for scrap paper. Leo: It's over, everything. Mary: Write down the title and the author, artist, use all caps, that's not neat. Leo: [stands up] What the fuck am I doing? Mary: Okay, Leonard, fine, what do you need? Leo: Mighty Real from Sylvester. Mary: Okay, here we go. [flips through card system] Mary: It's going to be cross-listed under disco classics and divas, male. What else do you need?
i guess i'm migrating all of my writing from tumblr so there's that