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