“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.