Under the Skin
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Get Outta My Dreams
Get Into My Car
The woman has a job to do: finding young, fit male bodies and bringing them on back to the farm. It takes dedication and sacrifice on her part; but there are worse jobs. She gets to live in the Scottish countryside, work in the outdoors, and generally be her own boss. And she’s proud of her trade-craft. After so many years, her hunting and seducing skills are sharply honed.
But there’s always more to learn. She’s got the local accents down pretty well. But her own still needs work. And foreigners can still be a challenge. And like anyone in her line of work, the rigid techniques of quick assessment of the quarry and complete calm at the moment of capture have to be re-learned everyday. It’s never boring.
True, it can get a bit lonely. She doesn’t really know anyone roundabout. And of course she’s a freak to many, even her mates. So meeting anyone special locally is out of the question. The only thing she has is her work. And we all know what that’s like. If that’s the only basket you have, the eggs that are in it have to watched extremely closely. Letting emotion enter is a dangerous business - especially when it involves the prey. But hey, that’s what being human is all about - emotion.
More than a bit Octavia Butler-ish, especially her Bloodchild, combined with the social commentary of Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. After the first clutch of hitch-hikers met their fate, I’d had enough. Or perhaps I’m just jaded and closed-minded when it comes to Scotland.
Get Into My Car
The woman has a job to do: finding young, fit male bodies and bringing them on back to the farm. It takes dedication and sacrifice on her part; but there are worse jobs. She gets to live in the Scottish countryside, work in the outdoors, and generally be her own boss. And she’s proud of her trade-craft. After so many years, her hunting and seducing skills are sharply honed.
But there’s always more to learn. She’s got the local accents down pretty well. But her own still needs work. And foreigners can still be a challenge. And like anyone in her line of work, the rigid techniques of quick assessment of the quarry and complete calm at the moment of capture have to be re-learned everyday. It’s never boring.
True, it can get a bit lonely. She doesn’t really know anyone roundabout. And of course she’s a freak to many, even her mates. So meeting anyone special locally is out of the question. The only thing she has is her work. And we all know what that’s like. If that’s the only basket you have, the eggs that are in it have to watched extremely closely. Letting emotion enter is a dangerous business - especially when it involves the prey. But hey, that’s what being human is all about - emotion.
More than a bit Octavia Butler-ish, especially her Bloodchild, combined with the social commentary of Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. After the first clutch of hitch-hikers met their fate, I’d had enough. Or perhaps I’m just jaded and closed-minded when it comes to Scotland.
posted by The Mind of BlackOxford @ September 25, 2019
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