Nungali

TWO opposable thumbs now is it ?

AI accepting the job contract to be an artist ;

" Always check the fingers ! " Come on Cobie ! Let's see 'em .

In that pose , no feet - the ankles join each other , like the index fingers .

He is never going to be able to use his hands again ! Try this ; Grok Draw , draw me some hands .

Maybe the thread needs a ...... wait for it ..... Exorcism ?

A great tragedy has befallen me ! Lizzy went in the rat trap and it snapped on her head and crushed it Poor Lizzy , she had been a great companion ( one can get a bit 'picky' , living out in the bush in near hermitage ) ; she would live under the fridge and poke her head out for nibbles , I was able to hand feed her . In winter she would sneak out and take a position by the fire and look up to me , in my spot by the fire : 'You aren't going to hassle me are you ?' No, not at all, make yourself comfortable . And she would stretch out and have a warm nap . I never thought she would eat peanut butter ! ( trap bait for rats ) . But then yesterday , a lizzy head popped out from under the fridge ! The same type of skink * a little smaller . Son of LIzzy ? he ate a few scraps of ham and ducked back in . Its nice to know I won't be alone . * large ( near 30cm ) tangerine coloured belly wood skink

My dadist version of SALMON needed a prelude .

SALMON (6) I wake up very early one morning and decided to have salmon on toast for breakfast. I reach over, fumbling, to turn on the bedside table lamp. I make a mistake and pull the trigger instead . No more salmon on toast .

Lately there has been a prowler in the yard at night . So I have started to sleep with a loaded pistol on the bed side table.

and they appear to be eating chicken schnitzel with lentil sauce . and why do two people have three meals ? .

never judge a book by its cover

AHA ! There lies the solution ! Thank you ! I should always remember in this age of AI Check her hands !

SALMON (5) I get up one morning and decide to have salmon on toast for breakfast I turn to look back at the bed and a women is in there ! Ahhh, thats right ! - Last night ! I say to her " I am having salmon on toast for breakfast would you like some ?" " That is an unusual breakfast ." she responded . " Well, not just unusual but actually very hard to get through the process . " And I went on to explain it to her All the trials and tribulations all the hopes and failures the frustrations and lack of success and there had been MANY more of those than I write here so I re-countered all of them to her . It seemed that after a while she decided to get up and get dressed while listening. I continued explaining my frustrations to her , the anticipations, the failures my ever mounting salmon bills , the empty piles of tins growing by the back door my dwindling bank account my frustration at never feeling salmonly satisfied She decided to go for an early morning walk as I explained it all to her No problem , I followed along explaining my fishy frustrations I asked why , is it some karmic curse, some secret aversion that my unconscious causes me to self sabotage ? Then , strangely, she got into her car and drove off ! Just like that ! Sometimes I think women are strange . I suspect something might be wrong with them .

SALMON (4) I get up one morning and decide to have salmon on toast for breakfast . This time I am better prepared . I look in the cupboard , yes there is salmon . I look in the tin, yes there is bread . I look on the shelf, yes there is cat food . I open the salmon and place it in a strainer to drain . I put 5 .. not 4 not 6 ... but 5 drops of lemon juice on it . (One for each corner and one in the middle ) I toast the bread and put the toast on the rack on top to stop it going soggy . I delicately sculpt some butter curls from the pat . I empty the cat food into the bowl, tapping the can with the spoon The cat comes running and I place the bowl outside the door the cat is busy eating and I close the door The moment has arisen ! I butter the toast I mash the salmon on top with a fork and spread it our even . I stand back to admire my handiwork . - something is missing . It seems ..... 'lacking' . I know ! It needs a sprig of parsley on top ! I slip out the door closing it behind me the cat is still busy at its bowl I wander down to the veggie garden I pick the freshest , greenest, most glowing sprig of parsley that there is I bring it back to the cabin the cat is still busy eating I slip through the door closing it behind me I look out the peep hole, the cat is still outside . I place the parsley sprig in the centre of the toast on second thought, it needs to be just off centre for the perfect effect I stand back to admire my creation Then I realise I am not actually hungy so I threw it in the bin .

It was just one of my bad jokes

Yes, that sounds much better ! It seems there is a lot of concern and embarrassment about masturbation . It also seems to be a part of the normal human 'past times' and many people do it . I mean, I dont but I have heard its very common . But since I want to have ' full incarnation' and experience all facets of life, I decided to give it a go so I consulted a friend of mine who explained to me how to do it , so I followed his instruction step by step . I opened the Playboy magazine to the centrefold and started rubbing . Yes, I could feel some stimulation there .... and it was growing . The energy built up and just when I thought it was about to go somewhere ..... I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder . It was the newsagent and he said " Are you going to buy that magazine or not ! "

I would have thought having procreative sex would 'generate more karma' for yourself and others , than any other type .

SALMON (3) I get up one morning and decide to have salmon on toast for breakfast . This time I am better prepared . I have been to the shops and got two tins of salmon. (Just in case something goes wrong .) I have been to the bakers and got a loaf of sliced toast bread . Also one new large pat of butter graced by bag . I look in the cupboard , yes there is salmon . I look in the tin, yes there is bread . I open the salmon and place it in a strainer to drain . I put 5 .. not 4 not 6 ... but 5 drops of lemon juice on it . (One for each corner and one in the middle ) I toast the bread and put the toast on the rack on top to stop it going soggy . I delicately sculpt some butter curls from the pat . The moment has arisen ! I butter the toast I mash the salmon on top with a fork spread it our even . I stand back to admire my handiwork . - something is missing . It seems ..... 'lacking' . I know ! It needs a sprig of parsley on top ! So I go outside and wander down to the veggie garden I pick the freshest , greenest, most glowing sprig of parsley that there is I take it back to the kitchen , only to find The cat has had it .

Indeed , If I was going to get caught up in semantics I would respond that ... 'But doesnt one feel 'proud' before one does it ? ' How long one feels proud afterwards , IMO , would be a gauge of how strong the jing was .

Eh ? So how did this come about ? Guy tells you he needs help to understand the effects of masturbation ..... and you agree to meet him in a park ? ! ? ! Ehhh !?

Well , if smoke starts arising from down there .....

SALMON ( 2 ) I got up this morning and decided to have Salmon on toast for breakfast , I thought to enjoy it better to start with some visualisations ; The salmon swimming free in the clean ocean Making its way upriver , its strong body surging Leaping up rapids and waterfalls , nothing stands in its way Past the casting fisherman to find refuge in still pools Pink and grey they flash beneath the waters pink and grey they are mashed onto my toast I imagine the smell, the taste the juice swirling around my gums I open the cupboard Alas ! There is no salmon Now I will have to have peanut butter on toast instead .