Talk:Aesop Rock:Bring Back Pluto

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And then there were eight. Just like that.

Spoken in bkg: In the beginning...

Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma clouds. Soul are boiled up with count chocula and older polaroids.

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You ain't shit. This ain't ill. This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still. This is a corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build. Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell.