blood tinted smoke |
There onto you Gannigan. The harpee's down on vine and tennamen swing on poles like exotic apes ingesting month old lunch meat. They spray all the passer byer's with their cherry lip decayed bl...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 12:23:00 PST |
paradoxical shifts in time and shape. |
(HEY GANNIGAN-FANS FEEL FREE TO ADD ON TO THE FUN OF BEING AN ALCOHOLIC PSYCHIC DETECTIVE. DON'T FORGET THE JUICY RANTS AND ULTRA VIOLENT PROMISCUITY THAT COMES WITH THE JOB.)
B...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 02:36:00 PST |
dimensional conceptions |
He sweat beehives into teardrops and counted the syllables into androgenous seasons counted by restless merchants. "if a dimension is conceptualized then life is a product of production" his sweat dr...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 01:16:00 PST |
so a guy walks into a bar |
he tapped the microphone and stared into the spotlight, dizzy and confused, drunk off watered down booze and waking up too early. "ive been thinking alot about death lately" he said with a deadpan ...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 01:13:00 PST |
inkblot images in drop d |
He knew what he knew and knowing was half the battle. A warrior strung out and swinging fists on the streets. A man is not so much as he is a hum waiting for an to finish his sentence. So hum he did a...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 12:56:00 PST |
"hop scotch drunk" |
I borrow enlightnemment from an electrician who fell down on his luck and electrify the night. Im in a ferris wheel mood and spin to Sinatra singing promises of fame and ladies who love the world almo...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Tue, 27 May 2008 10:19:00 PST |
"nova scotians and their dirty secrets to preserving exotic meats" |
A storm ran in from the gulf and layered the evening like a multiplication chart vomiting numbers. An old friend passed me by on the street and slid him a cold hand shake and a quick fare thee well. S...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Sat, 24 May 2008 09:48:00 PST |
4-18-08 "too late for life but early enough for breakfast" |
Its 4 in the morning and god, his disciples and all his wondeful demons have long since passed out of the bars and carried themselves on a locomotive of cigarette smoke and fading b...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:11:00 PST |
huamnity at its finest |
The night draped with colors from neon signs that promised cheap sex and booze. I was half dead and half awake and not sure which one i was more comfortable with. Strange times we live in, stran...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:15:00 PST |
12-31-07 "Were Going to Hell in a Hand Basket and it Better Be Prada" |
Bitch slipped an ambien into my scotch. At first i started falling to sleep then i damn near lept at it. The worlds sleeping around me in frosty boxes labeled "no zone" by pissed off vegetarians who a...
Posted by Clark Gannigan-Psychic Eye for the Bars on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 01:41:00 PST |
