Leter from the headquarters of a caotic revolutionary organisation

[kulla]

ah, but I thought that was the point: ergo (or however one might say it to look less cheesier-should I open other brackets?) who cares about the cheese. it's just cheese.

[Henri]

I don't know how it came so far, but by the end of it, there were at least two new predators that were added to my nocturnal routine. Although, by this time I had already started to wonder whether the number had indeed increased, or if these two were the same ones and at times would appear as two big fat rats, while at others would dress up like bulldogs with white foamy liquid dripping off their puss-poached lips. To be perfectly honest, the rats came with a little greyish moving popple, which they called "dear child", but that might have not been a real one. It might have been their desire to have a child that had created the popple, and somehow they managed to convince my perception to accept it as such. And these beasts would never approach me the same way, no. The rats would fanatically only deal with my fingers and nails, biting them to the point where whatever I had perceived as pain until then, would gladly qualify as an orgasm. The bulldogs would aim at my ass, with an envy that made me think they were probably asian. It pains me to think how I had unfairly disregarded the ability of coupled animals to coordinate and built strategies beyond any human comprehension. They had really put some thought into how to take me down, these animals. Somehow, "united we stand" was not a man-made energy-booster only, but had made its way through the fourceps as well. The Hyaenas' favorite trick was surrounding me in a way that my only choice was walking backwards, until my feet would feel the void of soil beneath me and suddenly catch myself falling into this whirpool created by the battle of the riverflow with the tide of the ocean it was spouting towards. I never knew how they could all find my whereabouts, not until tonight.
Tonight there were two weasels. The She-weasel stood right in front of me, on her feet, paws clenched right below her chin, and I looked around the boxing ring and flattering as it might sound, for my fans if any. I saw her chubby male instead, chewing a sprout of some sort, staring at some void right above my head, seemingly oblivious to my very presence. It had taken me one too many lost battles to realize that running away from it would only end up in me choking in a pool of blood and guts, my own blood and guts lying around like left overs of a fiesta macabre. She went straight for my face, claws right below her chin, and with a lightening-like stroke went for my eyes.
My eyes! Before they rolled down my cheeks, they caught a glimpse of the tree above my head. There were two vague yellow lights on one of the branches, close enough not to be mistaken for a coupled star. An owl stood right above my head, feathers greyish and awfully long, creating a baby-soft beard that released a silver blue shining, similar to that of the faceless sky above me. The void above my head! And it dawned on me like a last redemption. The beasts were after me, had been after my flesh and spleen since the owl had mindlessly devoted his nights to my being. The owl, somehow during one of those moments where sky falls on earth and wraps it around in a borderless abyss, had broken the bestial rules of human and animal interaction...
My eyes touched the ground and got one last glimpse of my bleeding sockets. My reality was slowly melting the shapes of my repetitive dream. Their sunsets and moonrises swiped each other at the exact time, eclipses the same. The owl stared at the first ray of sun, yawning lazily with eyes half-closed.