Color Gods, Color Guards

Without question, Red and Yellow and Blue are the gods:

the holiest triad, the primary hues – oligarchic triumvirate

from which ensues the Collective of Purple and Orange

and Green and their endless derivatives. But Green has been

keening for power – shunted aside for too long by The Primes

in the triad eternally second in line (with its doltish dim siblings,

that oafishly ogling Orange, and the prissily purposeless Purple),

its envy, for which it is justly renowned, has now grown

to a ravenous rage to unseat its complacent progenitors, quickly

dissolving them into insensible paints so that Green can begin

its illustrious reign. It insinuates into the dark and precipitates

slowly on each of them, making each slick with the smell of itself,

staining each with inarguably killing proof that, remorseless, they

all have incestuously used poor Green as their sexual toy. No

greater sin than to do such a thing. But so far this ploy hasn’t

very much bothered Blue, Yellow or Red. They’re quite enjoying

the emerald jello-y streaks that Green nightly appears to want

so much to leak. Each has started to lick off the skin of the other

the lime-minty drips which turn out to be rather a wonderful taste.

They’ve decided in fact now to issue a fiat to Green,

and to Purple and Orange and all of their infinite progeny

similarly to provide all their flavors, in dollops and drops, one

by one, sip by sip so to savor the fullest degree of the outcomes

of being the gods that they are. Green didn’t get very far.

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