Savages versus Caveman


I can feel the eyes locked on me like prey. Waiting and stalking for the right moment to attack. A savage has laid its eyes upon me as if I am fresh meat in an open field  of prey, waiting to pounce in the right opportunity to feed their hunger of flesh. Yet, the savage reverts to the caveman as his undeveloped cortex lessens his decision making. He begins his approach as he wants nothing more than to pick his prize and drag his meat away. The classic courtship no longer exists, the delicate swooning  of a woman is neglected  as savages and cavemen squander thru the endless dens of possible prey. Evolution has returned to an era where sex is the relationship and the relationship is sex. Savage love is what prevails in this time and for love, love is now nothing but mindless games. Men armed with their swords on guard to challenge the next savage that stumbles their way.  The debauchery of unforeseen hope that men will evolve back into the true classic man that once walked among the women courting each one with class that is truly deservedImage.  John Vanderlyn 1804 “The Death of Jane McCrea.”

“There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.”
―  George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

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