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Remember that time when Chuckie got chicken pox and Mr. Finster covered his body in a salve and made him wear oven mitts so he couldn't scratch himself? It's sort of like that.

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Now, if you are afraid that you will scratch every single itch, you've got to plug up both your ears and on your hands wear oven mitts.

Are the shapes that we spend years forming worth anything if not permanent?

Is experiment without scientist just a waste of elements?

Please don't ask a thing of me, you know I can't turn you down.

I hear you screaming under covers, begging for a sway and snack. But, being so mammalian, you know I can't give you only that.

I try to concentrate on what's on my plate, always stabbing a stranger's food.

Should my happiness be gratuitous? Should I strangle each molecule?

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from Leftover Monsterface, track released July 21, 2011

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The Fatty Acids Milwaukee, Wisconsin

The Fatty Acids formed in 2008 in a dingy basement in the Riverwest neighborhood of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Since then, they have put out three self-recorded and mixed albums and have one on the way this February.

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