COCKROACHES AND A FEW SURVIVORS.
An Ageless Saga by a Sage About to
Die
By Izzy Ess of Great Distress
In Xanadu and Waterloo, the few
remaining men who had survived the blast from China and her partner, India,
could see no women to seduce or just keep company. They walked amongst the bodies of the women,
children and the other men who died, presumably, in twenty seconds, when the
heated blast came storming through. In
Fu Manchu, the men remaining searched the area for women but could only find a
child or two, who had survived. The
cockroaches were scurrying amongst the dead and had a feast with the dead flesh
that piled up on the streets. There was
no television and no radios that worked and cell phones were a bust. They figured that the blast inactivated all
the satellites and programming that was a necessary part of all of it. The children, frightened and quite hungry,
held the hands of all the men who were survivors and they helped them look for
women, all to no avail. The darkness fell and all the men used their own body
heat to keep from getting chilled. The
children lay amongst them sharing body heat.
A small supply of water was retrieved from cracks in asphalt and the
stones and bricks that were the streets.
It was fresh and clear and quite a Godsend. There were no animals, like dogs or cats,
alive. A snake or two was cornered and
prepared for meals. No veggies were
available. Some pots of honey were
uncovered. The honey was so sweet,
ironically, in the face of mass destruction of the women and most men and
children. Around the world, the
situation was so similar: a few surviving men and children.
Another evening and a night was
passing and around the world, the men and children shared their body heat. The need for nakedness was evident and didn’t
seem to bother anyone. Quite unabashedly
the men and children used their clothes as blankets. Some retrieved some blankets and put up small
tents. This helped a lot for cooler
evenings and the mornings. Bird’s eggs
were discovered and were good for food.
Spices helped to get the food digested and quite tasty. Language was reduced to grunts and smiles,
some groans and whistles. Names for
everyone was lost in weeks to come; new names were thus created with some
gutteralities and grunts. In parts of
Earth, it was the summer while in other parts it was the winter. Those snowbound had a lot of water from the
melting of the ic,e but also learned quite quickly how to make small igloos
that were very toasty on the inside.
Like the Intuits, inside the igloos, nakedness was easily the rule. The children were just curious about the men
who gave them body heat and often fondled genitalia to while away the
time. Erections had to be a problem as
most men were not as pedophilic as they were accused, in days before the
Chinese Blast. In innocence, the
children often played the innocents they were and didn’t stop the stimulation
to the men because of curiosity. The men
woiuld stop the children but they couldn’t always and ejaculation had to be
explained. The children were quite
curious and liked to play with all men’s genitalia to see the squirting that
they caused. The men were quite
reluctant to start stimulating children, but some were tempted. Soon, the curiosity of all the young ones was
evident. The men would wait until the
youngsters actually asked about themselves and their small genitals. The female children were the most aggressive
while the males seemed overwhelmed by the great difference in their sizes. Penetration was avoided but it wasn’t long
before the children asked to be examined and would ask to try some touching,
that was innocent. No adult females were
around who would have stopped the explorations.
No females were around to demonstrate what charms they had, including
breasts and pubic hair. Some men drew
pictures for the little girls to show them what they might look like when they
would reach their teens. The little
boys, of course, could see what they would look like when they aged. Like the little girls, their curiosity
included what did happen when a man’s erection was encouraged by some rubbing,
licking or just pulling hard. They liked
to see the squirting and would grab the man and use his hose just like a hose
and point it at a thing or two.
Sometimes, a boy and girl together would gang up on some guy and get him
to ejaculate and clap their hands delighted in their power and their aim.
As time went by, a routine of the
day was re-invented to include the things that were available and the close
relationships the men developed with the children. Some of them were starting to mature. The little boys and girls were fascinated by
the budding breasts and the growing sizes of their hips and pubic hair. The teenage boys could now develop huge
erections and could aim their own ejaculations at whatever they desired. The teenage girls had started menstruation
and explanations were abounding.
Nakedness was still the rule, in every season and in every village that
survived the Indochinese Blast.
Schooling was established by the men who had been educated and some
technical advances had occurred with axes found and hammers, chisels and some
nails and screws. Some carpentry became
an easy tool for all to learn and furniture became a luxury. Some simple A-frames and log cabins started
springing up with fireplaces, hearths and ways to boil some water for the
cooking and the bathing rituals. Many pots and pans survived the Blast and
could be used by all. The families
regrouped to father children. The
teenage girls were quite attractive and quite willing to engage in intercourse
with men and teenage boys. Delivering
the babies fell to adult men who oft became the expert mid-wives that were
necessary. The breast milk was a new
adventure for the folks who were successful as survivors. Some adults fell into deep depressions and
would disappear, presumably to die in solitude.
The leaders and the healers started to appear and teachers followed
suit. Instructions for the younger ones
was provided with enthusiasm as some kids were sometimes smarter than the
others, more creative and much more entertaining than the others were. Every night before the sleeping times, the
entertainers would do dances and play drums or other instruments that were
invented. Recorders and small
tambourines were commonplace and evenings were thus filled with music, dance
and storytelling. The legends, oft
repeated, featured the Beginning as the Indochinese Blast!
The Elders, all the old surviving
men, became the core of Wisdom for each village, all around the world. Some visitors from other villages would fill
them in on other villages and listen to the Legends by the Elders. Often visitors would stay for longer periods
than they had planned and many just assimilated. Teenage visitors were frequently invited to
just stay and be a part of all of them.
Some teenage gangs of boys, however, were destructive and would fight
with all the elders, and would kill them or just kick them out, apparently, to
take control of the young women. Those
that weren’t killed would often wander as a group of Elders to discover other
villages who’d take them in as Wise Men from the Orient or Occident.
The Chinese and the Indians had
underestimated what the Blast would do.
Most of them had fared no better than the other men and children who
survived around the world. No longer
were these Eastern Peoples huge in numbers or rich in populations, like they
were before the Blast. In fact, they
suffered more remorse and deep depressions, serious at times, to keep their
populations down more than the average villages around the Earth. The kind of boundaries that would create whole
countries was delayed an hundred years.
Some city states popped up just here and there which were successful and
well organized. The amalgamation of
these city states would take a thousand years to join their forces and become
large countries, once again. Genocide
was the result of power centered in one place.
Cleansing of the populations started in again as cultures theorized they
were the chosen people of the universe.
Scribes again became the instruments of written legends which became the
Bibles of the larger populations.
Worshipping again became a normal feature of the cultures of the
world. Competing Gods determined who was
chosen and just who was not. Genocide
became more prevalent until the next big Blast was set off by a dominating
culture. The cycles of these changes
were about ten thousand years. It seemed
to follow sunspots and the icey ages.
Clever schizophrenics were the rule.
Hitlers, Stalins and bin Ladens re-appeared in every self-destructive
cycle, involving Wars to End all Wars.
Weaponry became the most exciting things that evil leaders sought. Mass destruction was their aim, just never
minding the collateral huge damages that history recorded quite repeatedly.
I’m telling this account of my
evolvement in the face of yet another Blast that’s coming from the caves of
Pakistan. I may not get to publish it
because I fear that all the world will be again reduced to cockroaches and a
very few survivors. The Blasters will of
course self-justify their own behaviour for they feel that they alone are
chosen to be leaders of the world and have control of every man and child, plus
women, dogs and cats. God save us all
from our own Dogmata. God Bless the few
Creative Ones that will survive to start again the endless cycles of our cultures. May God Damn all the few Remorseless Ones,
who calculate that they will not be harmed by anything they do.
Amen and Hallelujah!
THE END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
September 1, 2013
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