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❝ the lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, o lord, endures forever. do not forsake the work of your hands. ❞

psalms

do you actually believe that, though? do you believe in destiny or do you believe that it is our own? discuss.

also, since we're having a deep conversation. google would have made my life a whole lot easier if it had existed in the 1800s. then again there would not be young men saying that they love vintage victorian erotica more than the mainstream kind (here's a hint: it's still erotica).

if you're a really old guy wearing a hood over your head, you owe me a saturday night for the one you ruined. cash only.

(ooc: sorry, this got really NSFW)

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Is it really, though? No matter how much you work, what if we're all destined to walk down a path already set for us?

They need to learn about it sometime.

What would be the merit to work, if that were true? It's possible to affect the future with action or inaction. Quite so. Everyone has choices to make.

[ He clears his throat. ]

It's inappropriate. Have a little decency.

Isn't that the tragedy of life? No matter what you do, your outcome is not your own.

(argh he hates how cynical he sounds right now. he's just going to stop.)

I really don't have any though.

Is that really what you think?

Does that mean your "outcome" involve reciting filth in public and -- [ A pause. ] extorting hooded strangers, then?

I don't know, that's why I'm asking you morons.

(arghhh what is it with this guy.) What are you, his mother? If he doesn't want to be extorted, he shouldn't have ruined my night.

I'll tell you that it is if you let it be, but that has nothing to do with destiny. You could at least be reading better books.

Um... by doing what, exactly?

Some books are easier to read drunk, and some books aren't.

Really? All I was doing was trying to go out for a drink and I bump into him in an alley and he wouldn't stop badgering me.

There's plenty of fine literature out there, whether it be from a couple of hundred years ago or something more recent. Peruse some history or crime fiction. Even short-stories can be interesting.

[ He takes public decency seriously. ]

I don't think that particularly merits extortion.

Yeah, but can you read it drunk. Drinking and reading a book on naturalism is a masochist's dream.

Well, I do. So, we're at an impasse.

You can read anything drunk if you wanted to. I don't see the point of purposefully seeking out trashy literature for just that reason.

If he was badgering you, surely there was some reason for it.

Yeah, who wants to pick out themes and overreaching arcs and motifs when you're downing a bottle of tequila?

There wasn't.

Why read while you're intoxicated in the first place?

None at all? That's hard to believe.

Why do you do anything when you're drunk, really?

Are you his number one fan, what's with the interrogation?

I've certainly never had that problem. Maybe it's a sign you're drinking too much.

[ Like he has the right to be judgmental. But, a pause. ]

N... o, I just thought... there sounded like there was some kind of a story there, is all.

Me? Drink too much? Never.

(oh, but that sounds like a good idea. like a cork popping.)

It's none of your business.

Just because you've consumed some alcohol doesn't make you any kind of literary critic or expert. You can at least keep that to yourself.

You're bringing it up on a public network. You're as good as asking other people to get involved.

If I was being sincere, I'd say that I was sorry if I offended your delicate sensibilities.

What, he's not man enough to deal with his problems he asks people to watch his back?

I don't have delicate sensibilities. Just decency. I'm sorry that it isn't something we seem to share.

N... no, that's not it. I'm really just an observer.

[ He squints at HJ. ]

He was talking about you.

Really. [ Said with a derisive 'tss'. ]

I hadn't been privy to that conversation.

I don't think there are any other "old guys wearing hoods over their heads" around here. Correct me if I'm wrong.

[ Raises eyebrow. ]

And? [ There's no way he believes that guy over him. ]

He's full of more than himself.

What does that mean?

[ What... ]

How do you know him?

I caught him affiliating himself with the mob. You can draw the lines from there.

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