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Achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness, not pain or mindless self-indulgence, is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.
-Ayn Rand

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That's not... never mind. I wasn't calling you gay anyway, just your little poetry shit there.

Have you even been paying attention in English?

I kinda only just started going.

It's this week's homework. Select a quote from one of the authors on the reading list and explain what it means to you.

Great. Is there anything on there like.... Step off homies, get out of my way, taxing little girlies from here to L.A. Waking up before I get to sleep, cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week. No sleep till Brooklyn!

You're four.

And a half. Man, that shit's deep. Speaks to my soul, you don't even know.

I've seen kiddie pools deeper than that.

Don't diss the Beastie Boys, man. They're just as important as that gay ass shit you're reciting over there.

But entirely irrelevant in English lit.

[He considers this, then holds his hand out] Let me see yours.

You're not copying.

I didn't say I was gonna fucking copy. I just wanna see it. [He shakes his hand at Adam] Let me see it. Let me see it. Let me see it.

[Bitch moan mumble grumble something about not knowing what he sees in him.] Here.

[Kavinsky smirks and snatches the paper away and goes to flop on the couch to read it]

Oh god, this is so deep. I think it's changed my life forever.

One can only hope.

[He rolls his eyes and holds it out again] I don't want to read anymore, just tell it to me.

Once upon a time, a woman thought the human ideal should be someone who eschews emotionality and attachment in order to work for what they desire, damn everyone else in the process as long as you work for what makes you happy.

So basically, fuck everyone and get what you want.

Through hard work, yes.

And... you agree with that?

To a point.

Hm. [He snatches the paper back and keeps reading] Grab me beer while I read this shit? The bathroom kitchen should be dry by now.

[He rolls his eyes but goes anyway. He comes back with a cherry cola and a beer, handing the desired item off to Kavinsky.] What happened in there?

[Kavinsky takes the beer and cracks it open with a smirk] Someone exploded the pipes or something. There was major leakage.

Then I tried to get something from your crazy fucking forest and the bitch attacked me.