Kyle and the Kalamezuch

Once, in a puzzle, Kyle found many things which overrode the evil of the legendary Kalamezuch—there were the farmers, and the doctors, and the baristas with fine smiles… there were booksellers, and bartenders, scientists who study what’s in and out of the mind… real estate agents, environmental agents—they’re really too many to count… but the Kalamezuch had friends too: fear, for one; and hate—which stems from fear; also misunderstanding—which is human and not always bad, but many confusions erupt into situations that can be mildly uncomfortable (especially for artists—you know, those who must interpret and document these various transgressions)… and these allies helped this monster to accomplish his one awful task: to rid the world of differences, to kill the yin or the yang, to snuff-out the believers or non-believers… basically to make a whole lot of trouble…
And once, in the past, the Kalamezuch got Kyle when he wasn’t looking—he was very young and quite foolish, you see, and Kyle got squeezed right through the center of his combine—not to die, no, but to live a nightmare… the Kalamezuch preys on the weak and turns people into merzups—but that’s another tale altogether… anyways, once Kyle was a merzup of the most terrible kind, but he sloughed-off his skins as fast as he grew them because he rejected their credo—merzups do horrible things, horrible things… they don’t even care about differences, just destruction… but he beat that rap with the help of a girl, Letty—he kept her in his mind, right at the center… she helped him not be consumed, simply by the memory of the way she moved… (and thank Bertog), because today, Kyle tells us the Kalamezuch is on the run… but still alive and well in this world—the land of Ev… parents foster and protect your young, and allow for the differences… because the alternative, Kyle says, is almost unspeakable… Kyle called him the Kalamezuch… and this is the story of his name…