Hey, Mister Tambourine Pig May 28, 2015 / Thoughts On The Dead / 0 Comments I don’t care if it’s a digital recreation of a photograph taken fifty years ago and four thousand miles away: I can smell him. Related Uncategorized 1965Pigpen Previous post Lipstick On A Pig Next post Same As It Ever Was 6 Comments Dan May 28, 2015 at 3:05 am Now that’s what I call preparation for the “Fare Thee Well” shows. Encourage imagination to the point of gross perceptual disruption. You can call it the acidless test! Reply Sir Luther Van Baconson May 28, 2015 at 10:55 am ♬jingle jangle string warts♫ Reply peepot May 28, 2015 at 1:16 pm Synethesia is overrated. Reply thoughtsonthedead (Post author) May 28, 2015 at 1:16 pm That’s the purplest thing I’ve ever heard. Reply SpamJam May 28, 2015 at 3:42 pm Damn, that’s a fine young Pig. Reply franz christain anderpoop June 1, 2015 at 4:25 pm Afraid Jerry had him beat from 1983 -1986 in the stank dept. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply
Now that’s what I call preparation for the “Fare Thee Well” shows. Encourage imagination to the point of gross perceptual disruption. You can call it the acidless test!
♬jingle jangle string warts♫
Synethesia is overrated.
That’s the purplest thing I’ve ever heard.
Damn, that’s a fine young Pig.
Afraid Jerry had him beat from 1983 -1986 in the stank dept.