Him: Voodoo only works if you give it the power to work, right?
Me: Um
Me: It doesn't work.
Him: Well, not directly, but it could on a psychosomatic level, no?
Me: Eh; if the person knows about the spell that was cast on them, maybe
Me: But wouldn't you be creeped out if you knew someone had written your name in blood?
Him: So, they do work.
Me: Yes, behaving like a psychopath does generally steer people out of your life.
Me: Still, a piece of paper with someone's name on it bound in feathers and buried in a graveyard or whatever doesn't make anything happen. Atoms don't hate. They can't make synapses fire out of spite.
Him: what if they did though? all these little atoms floating around chest bumping each other and flashing gang signs?
Me: Damn hater atoms...
Him: Tagging each other's trees...
Me: Argon Street represennnnnnnt!
Him: ...wow.
Aug 7th