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To: Solon who wrote (88)	8/31/2005 1:08:06 PM
From: Greg or e	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 115

First of all; I like it here, I think I'll stay and join the discussion. "What homo-erotic story are you referring to?!!" I know; you have written so many it must be hard for you to keep them straight. (no pun intended) Here it is, but only because you asked. To: Greg or e who wrote (22071) 7/31/2005 11:42:35 PM From: Solon Read Replies (1) of 22392 I found your journal. Shall I send it to Heaven or to Hell! Journal of Greg or Eeek. Sept 3 It has been 3 days I think since our party was attacked. They unbound my wrists today and you can imagine my joy when I found that they had not touched my notebook or pencil! I’m sure these savages have little idea as to how events and thoughts can be preserved in this fashion! There is one person in camp who REALLY gives me the creeps. His name is Sunny and his job is to ban the old and the helpless. He reminds me of a barnyard rat the way he skulks around the camp. He is skinny with sinewy fingers and a pock-marked face. He has the sloped forehead of the Neanderthal. How I wish I had my calipers and other instruments! If only one of these savages has kept them for himself as something shiny and pretty? Sept. 6 I have met the one called Eohippus Economicus. "Dawn horse" I call him in my mind because he looks like part of a horse—and I do not mean his long face. He is a strange one. His arms are long and monkey-like. The missing link? Truthfully, I do not see how evolution could have fashioned this creature. I think that God must have labored for 50 million years to make the ugliest creature imaginable—and then hit him in the face with a shovel. So far, I have not been treated too badly other than some kicks and stones from the last mentioned and some of the squaws. Sept. 9 Today I witnessed an abortion. I don’t think the girl was more than 15 years. She certainly was not showing yet but had missed her period—which for these simple-minded creatures is grounds for prophylactic action. They mixed up some tart berries. They are hard and black and common near the river banks. They mix these up with venison blood. This appears to imitate a topical analgesic. They spread it liberally in that area and then proceed to use a long carved bone which resembles a knitting needle. I must put down my pen. The bloody carnage I witnessed as this poor girl mutilated herself has left me weak and nauseous. And so to bed… Sept 22 There is a new man in camp. And I MEAN a MAN! He came riding in early this morning on a raging black stallion. They are both magnificent creatures. Solon (as he is known to these creatures) is about 6 foot 1 and 190 lbs or so. He is lean—with the perfect proportions one remarks in the rarest of athletes. They treat him with a certain reverence. Of course Dawn Horse hates him with a passion. His fear of this man is almost palpable! I cannot imagine anyone or anything bothering this Solon. What a specimen of man! I don’t mean I have THOSE kinds of feelings about him—but just to have my measuring instruments back, and to put my calipers on him! I begin to think of him as “Future Man”. Everyone else here is obviously an evolutionary mix that somehow came together in this hidden box canyon over 50 million years. Even without my instruments I can sort out the various evolutionary stages that inflict these simple creatures from “Dawn Horse” on up. But this Solon is something from the future of Homo sapiens. I have labeled him as “Omega” man. Oct 4 I hate my flesh! God must despise me! I saw Solon and two girls frolicking in the river this morning. All 3 were naked--like beasts of nature. They are magnificent creatures (may God forgive me)! I was aroused. Of course it is merely the scholarly appreciation of evolutionary advancement. Strictly an academic interest. His biceps glistened and his gluteus maximus… So they did what seemed good to them and I watched it all in shame and disgust. How do I face my God? I have determined to cut my shameful appendage. Otherwise, I fear there may be no escape for me (and no forgiveness). I will be doomed to that burning pit of righteous punishment. I must go. Solon usually brings me a glass of whiskey about this time (he carried a dozen bottles in his saddlebags). I have shaved, bathed, and washed my clothes as best I could. Here he comes. Oct. 11 Solon has given me a task! I am to marry one of these young creatures and I am to minister to the tribe. Fortunately my bible was salvaged from among my possessions. So I can teach these people how evil they are--especially Dawn Horse and Ban. Of course they will now have an opportunity to grasp a moral basis for their actions. But will they take it? Ban still slinks about the camp. He reminds me more of a worm than a man but he HAS taken to "reading" my bible. Perhaps my perfect savior will accept even THIS ugly Cretin into His Kingdom! I remember the thief on the cross! I pray to the Almighty that He transform this illiterate man and infuse him with the Holy Spirit! Oct 12 Solon left this morning and shortly thereafter we were attacked by a band of marauding savages who had somehow found the entrance to this box canyon. I am hiding between two rocks with my hind parts showing. They come nearer as they seek survivors. I am going to wedge this journal beneath this rock and may God have mercy on my soul! Greg or Eeeek. Message 21560159