The Fervent Belief of the Electric
Monk
That Some Being, Somewhere, has Ordained Various
Groovy Stuff About Spike, a Possible Witch of the
Resistant Kind (ooh, a meta-belief - nice!)
In the Beginning, there Was the Word. And the Word was Grease, and
Verily it was Most Awesome and bountiful the Joy that Said T-Birds
brought unto the People with Their Excellent Hair and Fast Cars.
But We Digress.
And there Came unto the World a band of Personages, Free in their
Thinking, and Unfettered by Idiocy of Dogma and Dirge. And they
Spaketh Forth unto the World, preaching Not, but otherwise Freely giving
of what they Thought when Asked for a Reasoned Opinion.
Lo! A Cry went forth to Burn Them, for they Are Witches! But it Was all
in Jest, in the Monty Python Style, and All were Amused, even those
formerly turned Into a Newt (but Who had Got Better).
Seeing this Wonder, Geoff, the god of Biscuits, lavished a Great bounty
upon the one Called Spike, declaring it his Considered Opinion that
Spike Would become rich in Spirit, but Would also Write a BestSeller,
thusly also becoming Rich in terms of Bank Balance. And he Suggested
to Spike that NaNoWriMo might provide Unto Him a bit Of impetus to Get
some Words on Paper, or at Least the Screen of His Computering Device.
<Belief Expires at A Time To be Determined Following Consultation with
the Mighty Geoff>
Liquorice. You probably shouldn't test this.
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