“A teenaged girl’s room.” If we can interpret the iconography, top to bottom, left to right: Friendly Old Mr. Sun Friendly Old Mr. Blood-cheeked Skeletal Death In the future, love will fall on your head and crush your world, and poetry will prove surprisingly useless Keep this on hand in case there’s an eclipse A mirror to remind you that your entire room has this crappy wallpaper Somewhere, an Eskimo is having a three-way The chancres get worse before they get better Even woodcut versions of giant celestial nuclear furnaces fall in love Oh, whatever; just wait a few weeks and paste Bobby Sherman faces in the corner; Mom will never notice.