Jacket Buffer Cladding Core

For the partiers who will play chess with Mort. Radar image, there is no distant princess, no greener field, no weapons I wouldn't lay down to lie next to you, I want to be the novacaine, not the tooth, the bed fallen into, that happy place. Yes, it reads dumb to me too, all of it most of it, but sincerity is almost, all I possess; I want for nothing.