The essential colors, because they are the only colors, always adulterated, always replaced by versions of themselves, sometimes submit to blue and blank and get driven down into the loin-cloth of the computer, a black plastic shell like the hull of a digital column. Like a condom the computer wore in a green blink at the assassinated bulkhead of the hull of shell, the essential colors, because they are the only colors, always finding kinship with every other color because of spectra shared and because of their loyalty to the artist who wants to mix all of the colors in order to create the sweet idea of adulteration on which art depends, the essential colors, because they are the only colors, colors that we cannot see are the subject of the art stuffed into our cum by aliens, there’s more to life than heroic children, let’s hear it for the motionless of circular today.