How Green Becomes Wood

"I guess I'd be agnostic. I ain't really all that bothered 'bout the whole thing. Figure I ain't done anything to send me to hell for and I can't be bothered to wake up at 8am on a Sunday. It's meant to be a day of rest and I'm not allowed to get some sleep?" He whistled lowly, "Dark is a staunch, bleak, nihilistic atheist. But he still helps Tarot with her rituals 'cause they matter to her and sometimes they can be fun for him, judging from what I've had the displeasure of overhearing. He's told me before the witchcraft, if you think about it as a form of meditation, is sorta helpful, but the whole evocation, invocation, veil s*** he doesn't believe in. But the man also doesn't believe in a lot I think he should open his mind to, even after we've done psychedelics."
 
"I forget how, but somehow we learned psychedelics could help for some of his mental stuff. Obviously back then we couldn't get a prescription, but we knew a guy. I don't have those conditions but..." He chuckled, "That's why we tried MDMA too. It was something else we learned might help him. And I'd ask you if you could imagine what a guy like that is like on Ecstasy, but I'm pretty sure whatever his therapist gave him last year wasn't too far off."
 
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