Primitive Stories

A female has moved into my territory, a healthy young blonde, ripe for breeding and bearing good child. She could be my mate, once I've captured her, subdued her and proved my worth as her man.Sounds easy enough, but this female is small, flighty and quick. One stray sound and she's off like the wind, racing through shadows to seek cover amongst the ruins and rubble. I've no hope of chasing her down, so instead I'm intent...

ITS primal fear, always being overshadowed by its peers and its constant act at moulding and remoulding itself into likeable bits. Everything and just about everything about IT is volatile and malleable in a way that nothing of itself remains in its existence. People see IT and think it reminds them of..mmmm…maybe…that one…or this one…of him…and her...but even the audience is quite unable to put their finger on what it ac...