Wincing The Night Away

I'm sitting in the middle of my room, staring at a blank wall, trying to figure out how to express myself in pictures. I've done it already on my other walls, but the wall above my bed is mocking me. I have pictures from my camera, and images from NYLON magazine and the New York Times travel section, and I have a Beatles Abbey Road poster and 4 vinyl albums that i got at a flea market in Ohio. All which are lying on my floor just waiting for some instruction, while i stare hopeless at a blank wall. As general of this operation i have failed my men, and i hear by resign from all duties as general interior wall designer. Alert the media. I have no problem leaving my men stranded without instruction. Instead of undertaking the huge feat of decorating, I shall indulge in some mellow music from Interpol. They are the perfect band for this late night haze that i feel over my whole body.

"My Friends They Come, and the Lines They Go By, but Tonight I'm Gonna Rest My Chemistry."