Dark Paneled Walls

You have to tell me what you want so I can blame someone else. Or so I can feel as if, for just once, I wasn't eyed up and chewed. Spit spat out. The rigid ethics all go once the blood boils, I suppose. My confidant laughed hard and reminisced. I'm counting down the days until he leaves. Never really saw you before except in endless halls of dark paneled mirrors. I have not done what you've done. I keep getting talk even smoother than my own. Borrowing some strategy and decoding information. All I want are the pictures.