The Book

In the beginning was life. I was a baby, then a child.

Later, I tried to read The Books of life. But they were all written for someone else, by someone else.

So I recycled them and tried to write The Book myself. For myself.

But I wuddled up the mords, slaughtered the sentences, and grotesquerised the grammar!!!!!

So I stopped writing and went back to the beginning.

The Beginning

The End

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