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The honest, poor man’s Lost and Found Report…

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Missing

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PLEASE HELP!

Last seen in the company of a bundle

with similar numbers..

Last know location: Bank, Night club, Bra

Reward negotiable

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P.S. You know it ain’t yours

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Friday’s Fictioneers:”That fee, comes with a fee”

Friday’s Fictioneers

Hi Friday Fictoneers!  Thanks Rochell

 

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Is this you?

It was me,

figuratively?

There goes, we

can be me again

I adore a puzzle

rewards, are great

such is the struggle.

murky non cooperate

If I can just reach that, Six pence…

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Alternate title

“My Banker spied a dollar in the wood chipper”

 

ok i’m angry with banks


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A visit from home

Photography by Sethsnap. Your Story: Rural

Struggling to open my eyes from the massive crack the noggin. The one place i didn’t need to be. I  recall telling my cousin no.

Now I’m back on uncle Jed  farm.  My best times, where spent right here in these wood.  I left, following a girl to the big city.  And fell in love with the city. Didn’t get the girl but i stayed.

Ouch!  My dumb cousin conked me to hard trying to talk me into coming back out here. Because i was slow with an answer.   He just up and took me. Came to my place in the city and told me to return to unc’s  farm. I said NO!  Muleheaded family never liked no. It’s granny!

She’ll be needing my help with the seasonal  harvest….you would think  only corn,wheat  but also …WEED.   mUY GRANNY’s  a pot baroness.
It’s WAS Bad before with the moonshine but now with the weed.  It’s outrageous! ha

I’m in  my cousins room and i can see the old barn and the storage shed.  If those building could talk…..

We would have to wack em.. Granny had us dig many years ago a secret underground moonshine locker in the corner floor of the shed.  I guess it’s now a  weedlocker. Haha gotta love my granny.

It my big  dunderhead-ed cousin. I’ve got a beef with!  Telling me, “granny sez don’t take any guff or no from me..”  So you conked me!!!!!

Dang……..putting some burrs in his draws tonight..

I guess since I’m here, i might as well help out..

Then monday back to the city and my job as a police officer….

Family sheesh….

Your truly Gomer.

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Hi Bloggers I’ve been stuck with the flew…..

Monday’s flu visit came with lot’s of heavy  luggage all on my chest..still went to class.

But now will have to pull out and start again November. no room in class and no more basses…poo

Friday the flu flew far away…

yay.


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Jacowzzi Cowology

Photography by Sethsnap.    ‘JaCowzzi

Your Story Challenge: Cowology

When you got some gas!!  You can come back!

yea! eat some of that bush get at least two of your four stomachs churning..

Ah huh…. you know this Jacowzzi need more flatulent heat..

hahah I heard they  are trying to blame  the greenhouse effect on us….ah ha.

I think she’s from California 

Ain’t she from pixly? 

She poots only as needed..haw hahaha

Move over Bertha I’m about drop down!

I Got four bellies rumbling ready to roar..

oK  girl All together..

THE HEAT IS ON!!!

frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.r.r.rrrrrr  ppppttttttttttttt…. pssssssssstttI0000GkN47h7ngFg

The heat is on, on the street
Inside your head, on every beat
And the beat’s so loud, deep inside
The pressure’s high, just to stay alive

Glenn FrySethsnap

excuse us..me them seth,,


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Friday’s Fictioneers: Chip away the unneeded piece

In my head

 

Friday’s Fictioneers: prompt  by Rochelle

Love….

Until the end of time

a statue of me with you….  on my mind

love is our tether, for all to see..

to interrupt us, etch in stone….

an impossibility

In my life

I’ve been fortunate

meeting and loving, a perfect mate

my wish is this gift

share love,  live love

enjoy this..

This

will play

on hundred million days.

lovers three alone *

chip away all unneeded pieces.

Reveal Love…. Chiseled in stone.

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*the man the woman the artist


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Porn

Logger’s Porn

Photography By Sethsnap:Your Story

As he sat in the Kitchen.. Mr. Raze was speaking so lovingly and eloquent like smooth jazz, he up tempo and change pitches and pulled out cash…

Enjoying  his coffee he listened to this man and his love for money and  watched him reach down and grab the case and opened it. cash…one hundred thousand dollar he breathlessly exclaimed.   Not noticing, he was the only one excited.

Loggers, hell!  Why is he in my house?   Little Joe’s kids set this up.  Minding his manners. He was offered another cup of coffee to his guest and said…

Money is temporary and gone in a short time and happiness is not  a given. I’m happy and have money.

Looking out my window.. Money can’t buy this. Out there is someone’s home,  home to many various lifeforms  and  occasional alien landing “but he didn’t say that.. thought it!

Now if  it was only the tree frog the  lived out there . I could not with good conscience  and would not allow timber harvesting on this property..I agree to have you come by and there I’ve done that.

So remove your large sex toy of cash from hop_sing’s  table and be on your way. Unless you want to hang and watch the animals, live and up close…. undisturbed?

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Knowing the Ponderosa was not being abused by his generation..