|The Revenant, 1949, Andrew Wyeth|
How dare you darken my door suggesting innocence, romance in your gauzy white? You're hoping I'll want what's under those clothes, but I'll not be distracted from my shades shredded like wings on cat-caught birds. No heart-home here for you: nothing here for you but dust and soot and kicked-in walls. You can't coax me cajole me confuse me consume me confound me convince me conflict me convict me. Get thee behind me. Before I blacken your other eye.